It rattled

Sculpture is generally something you see, some of it moves, this one you can hear.  I heard it before I entered the room.  The tiny wires in globe, are easily moved, moved by the slightest vibration, or by the breeze of someone walking by, even by changes in temperature in the room, or moved by sunshine shining on one side. When the elements of the sculpture move, they rattle against one another. Some might call it musical, but I have better rhythm.  For me it was more of a pleasant rattle, a rattle in waves.