Sometimes the whispers sing like a choral symphony. The harmony of spring and winter. The soloist drop of melting snow clinging to the fir tree’s fingertip. The dandelion and ant exploding spring’s tympani. The crescendo of the moon’s smile midday. A magpie’s saucy brassy chat ensuring no mid day naps today. The gentle pine cone woodwinds. Perhaps that is why though deaf, Beethoven could hear and create exquisite and complex symphonies. Never doubt the balance and beauty of nature within our senses. We can label them sound, taste, sight, smell, and touch. How can one sense be lost when you consider the vastness of the heart?