Music was another thing the humans enjoyed that he used to wish he could understand. He heard what they heard, more than they heard, tones, vibrations, but it meant nothing. Why did they cry? Why did they jump and beat their hands together and imitate it? Why did they gather in large groups to listen to it? Why were some humans who put the tones together in certain ways accorded a higher status? He watched and listened and could not understand.
Until the day he found the small device and turned the little crank, and what came out was beautiful.