And, at once enraging and enrapturing, Cage shows us that even when there are no strings being plucked by fingers or hands hammering piano keys, still there is music, still there is music, still there is music.
Dhe, ne nje moment  te ngazellyer e te terbuar, Cage na tregon se edhe nese nuk ka tela te cilat jane keputur nga gishtat ose duar qe jane duke goditur çelesat e pianos, ende ka muzike, ende ka muzike, ende ka muzike.