The robot was curled up below the wind-chimes, recording the moment to a backup drive.
"You're out here again?" asked the human.
"I am listening to my favorite music," replied the robot.
"Music? All this unstructured tinkling?"
"Yes. It's my... jam."
"I think to be considered music it needs to have a genre," said the incredulous human.
"It has a genre."
"Yeah?"
"Ambient Nature For Relaxation."
The human thought about this, and agreed.