Some music is like a gust of wind going to and fro and fleeing and never returning, ending as it begun.
Other music is a piece of nature, a part of it, even a species itself as a tree is or a flower, eternally upon the earth as part of nature.
Find these songs, birthed from the human heart, yet older than the birth giver, and reaching the stars, shining upon forests, waters, and all things in the night, cold and dark, know their nature, for they remain as does the moonlight.