It started with one peice, then multiplied and multiplied. Every little peice was added one by one… finally there were hundreds of peices all together bundled into one song.

 what if the world was a symphonie? You would think it to be chaotic. But what if we all agreed to play the EXACT part our composer told us to?then would it be chaotic? Not unless everyone absolutly put their hearts into it and kept on playing no matter how hard it was. 

The composer already loves the never ending peices, he won’t ever let the music go.

 Musicians are falling in and out of song. He knows which ones have been trying and which ones have been ignoring the peice he gave them to practice. Even though he specifially had hand written every symbol and every note on every page clearly with all of his heart and soul.

“you aren’t doing your job right” the musicians would say.

“I will sit with you and teach you.” says the composer

“no, i can do it by myself” they snap.

So the song is going and some musicians drop out of the song. Most of them stopped for good and left the peice “whats the point?” they asked

very few reached for the composers help.

“Okay” they said. “We need your help”.

he pryed into their minds and worked with them untill they fully understood the peice. “Just follow the notes” he said. “and don’t stop unless I say.”

Those he worked with one by one continued to play were almost perfectly in sync.Their hearts throbbing with love for the most beautiful sound. Almost UNBELIEVABLE.

The ones who stopped kept going up to him and asking “whats the point in this?”

“To make the most beautiful symphonie!” he said cheerfully

“Well what is the point” they asked again.

 he smiled and remained silent.

they turned away  as what was left of his symphonie, played the peices he set on their stands..eventually they grew so familiar with the peices that they would play without having to look and would make amazing improvises with the notes he gave them. He gathered new musicians everyday.

years pass and the symphonie still remains and is heard in the air all around the world.

finally the musicians who left came back. The composer still looking nice, young and perfect; turns to the musicians who are now old and gray.

Their eyes dripped as they looked at all of the musicians letting their hearts go into this symphonie of peices. Note after note after note.

“I’m so sorry” they all said

He went around and touched all their hands. ..one.person.at.a.time.

…”join us”

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music boxes.