Music is...

 Music is everywhere.

It's thin threads of sounds that weave through the air. Sun's rays glint gold and silver off of its thread. The music makes its way into those willing to listen and draws them closer. 

Is it music to say lovely things? A melodic voice reciting prose or a lover's kiss upon a letter doubted to be received? Is the title confined to instrumental harmonies or is it open to artistic endeavors of all sorts? 

An argument, at best, is the workings of the mind, not the pressure of the courtroom, but when one pens the closing statement, the battered page seems to emanate glory, calling attention such to be vain. The lawyer will argue twice - once in court and a second time with the manager at a public exhibit. It is his craft, his art, why should it not be framed? 

Music is everywhere. 

For everything has a tune, whether hidden or exposed, the thin threads will continue to shine, whether by sunlight or moon. For it is not only melodious, but everything sincere and true and worthy may be called by its title. 

Musica is ubique.