A concert is being held in the open today, and yesterday, possibly even tomorrow. Seating is standing room only but steady objects can be leveraged for leaning or sitting if it’s desired. So enthralled attendant will be, though, that any discomfort won’t be noticed. The cost of entry is minimal, too; free of charge any lover of sound can enter. Hovering over flowers or perched on branches, feathered performers will put on a show regardless. Maximum improvisation with a hint of structure, the avian’s trills levitate between the breeze, over the grass, and through the leaves. Potential mates might be attracted, but musicians are used to cursory attention: the purpose here, in the garden, is an investigation. Sounds will travel into nearby ears, to pull at the heartstrings of whom?

-JN