Eden
I sit on the cold, white tile of the band hall. It is empty, hollow, unfeeling. I am utterly alone. From distant, faraway places I hear the tinkling of laughter. Slowly it grows nearer and powerful, bringing life and love. My friends, my family, they come and together we play. Structure is unheard of. Harsh rules and punishments are abolished. Only sweet, beautiful music remains. The crescendo and decrescendo of howling winds. Rushing waterfalls and flowing brooks. Love and joy. Hatred and grief. We play until the notes ache for release. The music catches us up and soars into the heavens. We are left breathless, in awe of our creation. Truly this, this pure, unadulterated emotion, this must be paradise.
I sit on the cold, white tile of the band hall. It is empty, hollow, unfeeling. I am utterly alone. From distant, faraway places I hear the tinkling of laughter. Slowly it grows nearer and powerful, bringing life and love. My friends, my family, they come and together we play. Structure is unheard of. Harsh rules and punishments are abolished. Only sweet, beautiful music remains. The crescendo and decrescendo of howling winds. Rushing waterfalls and flowing brooks. Love and joy. Hatred and grief. We play until the notes ache for release. The music catches us up and soars into the heavens. We are left breathless, in awe of our creation. Truly this, this pure, unadulterated emotion, this must be paradise.
