The sounds of the timpani echoed through the grand hall. Each vibration of the sound moved like thunder through the ear drums.
Every voice of the choir rose in the atmosphere, all the voices swaying with such gentle movements. Soon, a soft flutter of the flute came in...as if it were a bird chirping gleefully, while beating it’s majestic wings.
Strings were strung a short while later. Plucked as though they were fruits ripe for the picking. O, can music be savored too? Such a glorious ensemble all playing for all to hear.
And the whole group beamed with joy, as the final anthem moved steadily to the closing bar line.
When the final phrase is heard. The instruments now silent. Audience rise. Ready to cheer, & applaud the execution of the sound of the very belle musique.