Legs burn as Hero escapes dead arms, grapling for tasty ankles.
Low trombones blast staccato, accenting each slap of trainer against pavement.

The Fairies are sleeping, wings flat against spines and ribs, dreaming tenderly.
Flutes and oboes and chimes hold vibrating half notes, the chords changing like an organ.

Magic Blue Boxes sail against midnight skies, towards excitement and danger.
Horns rip and wail at the timpani, strinking at a fictionally allegro tempo.

The Soldier marches towards the battle, a single tear fighting down his face with a prayer.
Above hovering strings, a solo snare taps a rallentando, foreshadowing a dead repose.

The Composer receives a telegram from BBC; a job to uproot and uproar.
A clarinet, warm and dark, reels a hopeful tale--asking for the music that will change lives.