Music is Austin’s pulse. Often, the sounds of music in the city are amplified, but if you sit and listen, the sound of music is everywhere. The city’s pulse begins somewhere quieter—in the soft percussion of water meeting ground, in the changing tempo of Waller Creek. 8 blooms hover gently. Their drift outward and translucent, their edges beaded with suspended drums—droplets that never fall. Beneath, a slow turning begins. A natural rhythm emerges, a scatter of tones, gentle and unrepeatable. Here music emerges briefly, the way the flower does—a unique moment of time and space.