Lilting and sorrowful, the wailing of a lone violin signalled the beginning of a wonderfully chaotic song of paradise. The harps trilled gently, leaving unsung notes of sweetness and loving hovering in the air. The flutes whispered conflicting promises of ecstasy and misery.
Entering the fold, voices chorused as they began to sing of opposites. They sang, and they sang of peace and war, of greetings and farewells, and of bliss and pain. Other voices joined in, and it grew and snowballed and bloomed into a grotesque piece of art. You could hear the lyrics collide and clash, but it was somehow, in an unbelievably graceful way harmonic and perfect for each other.
The chaos was a chaotic masterpiece. An art piece like no other. The music was one, yet many. Pleasant, yet disturbing. Haunting and scary.
Rising to a deafening crescendo, the symphony of powerful notes bulldozed on. The music became even better - if it was even possible to be better. They were in sync, all the while rushing towards the end of this wonderfully magnificent piece-de-resistance.The violinists were in a frenzy; the trumpets were blaring and making themselves known. The flutes trilled, and the cellists baled their soulful tunes.
It ended, and the crowd cried.
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From now on, I won't include a word count. It makes me feel like I need to reach a certain nunber off words to be satisfied with something.
I HAD FUN WITH THIS! Hahaha descriptive writing is fun, and this was a good exercise to practice something I was learning in English class.
