There is music in every action:
sometimes silent, sometimes loud,
sometimes in different combination
whether we notice or do not lend our ears.
The birds chirp, the honey bees hum,
The shells on beach whisper unknown notes,
The farmers plant paddy swinging in unison
and women pull water from deep wells singing folk songs
There is a rustle in dry leaves and gurgle in springs,
pitter-patter in raindrops and thunder to scare the deer,
the streams cascade down after the summer thaw
and lions roar to show their fearsome royal grandeur
The homeward cattle bells pleasantly chime
the boatman pulls the oar with perfect rhythm
the dusk recedes with shy steps as a new bride
and the priests pull the curtain by chanting names of the divine
Every action has a song, every moment is a celebration
and we are mere actors in the drama each and every season
Music is beautiful to note in Nature as you have mentioned in your keenly observed poem along with the activities of humans! It is all happening as in a drama indeed!
