Underneath everything is rhythm.
Some people love baseball, others
Love autumn leaves changing colour, dying, rotting
Which is a smell I love, rotting leaves.
The Big Bang was the first hit on the tympani
And reverberations can still be seen
In superstrings, in blood flow, in the water cycle

In music, in the micro and macro.
People love countries which usually means hating
Other countries and loving one person
Doesn't mean hating
Someone else but it often ends up that way I don't know why.
Everything: tides, love, Halley's Comet, civilizations
Everything coming and going.