A woodpecker experiments with the dry branches protruding from the 3 oaks that surround me. Creating a percussion tableau as it flits from branch to branch. High notes alternate with a deep bass, some resonant, some dull. A percussion solo emerges above my head. Long phrases intermingle with short. Some please you and you linger. Others do not. But you are never still for long as you revel in the multiplicity of timbres, weave rhythms. I put my ear to the tree and feel the vibrations travel through my body. Then you are gone. Thank you for the concert my friend