King
The KING steps down from his throne
For the one
Only
And last time
It was
Beautiful
TIME even stopped to stare
The SUN awoke to watch
The FLOWERS took notice ,bloomed
The BIRDS took notice and stopped singing
As if to listen to a secret
That was not meant for their ears
The CLOUDS and the SUN worked together- as ONE
To create their finest
most colorful piece
that they had ever created
it was composed of brilliant REDS and PURPLES
and colors only seen for this occasion
were introduced to the world below
all
for US
PIANOS and VIOLINS
With noone to play them
Started playing
It was a primal instinct inside them that told them to
The instinct brought them back to their beginning
and reminded them
Why music was created: For moments like this
They created a wondrous MELODYS
Creating harmonious SOUNDS never heard
or thought of
by HUMANS
The instinct was infectious, reviving even the most basic of instruments
DRUMS
HORNS
WHISITLES
PLAY in harmony and rhythms
that haven’t been heard in millennia
because no other occasion
has been so appropriate
No one notices
Only the people that the concert is intended for
The EARTH and the MOON
Danced
For the first time
That was appropriate
They glided,
twirled gracefully across space
dancing lightly
to the music of the heavenly bodies
doing similarly
they danced as if they could
rearrange the stars
the divine couple was determined to
all for HIM
The KING stepped down from his throne
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