God Said Softly, "Music"

It must have been early in the morning, of the fourth day
that God in the pre-dawn deep blue-blackness whispered to himself, “Music,”
though it wasn’t the English word,"music," English not yet existing nor, for that matter, any other earth language. So God said softly in God language, “Music”
as he imagined all those birds at dawn—though why it had to be birds that sang and not, say, rodents or cats or large non-human mammals, I don’t know. (Blue whales,of course, sing and have actually made a best selling album; still it’s birds that are the earth’s primary singers—they do it for a living so to speak.)
He must have heard in his mind’s ear all those birds waking up,
breaking the silence with their first hesitant chirps and cheeps, trills and gurgles,
then gradually gaining confidence and soaring into songs of dawn.
But what a good idea, music—maybe his best creation though it’s hard to pick one best thing, Eve being a pretty terrific idea and all the tasty foods and, of course, language, all languages,but especially English and here I know my bias is showing, English being my only language and by the looks of things the language of the world today.
But back to music. I suspect it was birds who planted in humans the notion that they could sing, and then pretty soon Jubal was tinkering with wires and whistles and it wasn’t long after that, in God time, that Leonard Bernstein was directing the New York Philharmonic, and I stood in the Chorus of The Siouxland Oratorio and sang with others the great choruses of Handel’s “Messiah.”
He knew what he was doing--and here I mean God and not Handel,
though Handel certainly did all right and so did the Chorus and Orchestra,
but we’re all just birds, really, all of us, warbling as best we can
in praise of the Creator, who back in the darkness of infinity
thought how nice it would be to hear his creation make music.
(And perhaps he also thought then how much his creatures might be
comforted by the songs they sang to him. I’ll bet he did.)