Audience

My morning routine, apart from breakfast and reading the news, has the last week been to rehearse the songs for next weeks poetry day in Kalmar. My aim is to know the songs and lyrics by heart so I play them through a couple of times every morning. The lyrics are by a legendary Swedish poet called Gustaf Fröding, who died in 1911. His songs describes the life of the people on the darker side of life but also has a lot of burlesque stories from the locals in the part of the country he was writing about. One of them is about a cow eating the grass growing on the grave where an  alcoholic is buried. Fröding was one of the first to write about the idea of recycling. When you die you don't go to heaven or hell, you end up becoming nourishment for the soil and the plants that makes food for grazing animals. While I was playing through the songs and got to the last one about the cow, I noticed I had an audience. She stayed through the story of the song and I went over to ask if she liked it. She didn't respond but started to graze instead. I took that as an approval of the music.