The world is a huge composition
The world is a huge musical composition that's going on all the time
Without a beginning and presumably without an ending
We are the composers of this huge, miraculous composition
That's going on around us
And we can improve it, or we can destroy it
We can add more noises, or we can add more beautiful sounds
It's all up to us
But what you're hearing now is not real sound
My voice isn't coming from me
It's coming from sounds that were made a long time ago
And what happens if my voice stops?
What do you hear then?