"The Orchestra"
He was no longer a single pianist he had become a conductor of an orchestra condemned to stone. Not only did it exist in his head but was lead by his hand for all to hear, and they listened. The euphony raged through the tower reverberating through rock, stone, and mortar. It ravaged the tower to its very foundation shaking it to its very core! Then all yielded those running stopped and the charging army froze and they all watched as a he commanded a musical feat that had not been dictated since the time of Amadeus! His hand shook low demanding a bellowing roar that in turn shook the pillars surrounding him as if directed by his very hand. As his hand glided across and invisible staff guiding the orchestra the columns responded as if connected to his very actions. He then began the beginning of the end, his hands moving violently striking down the staff destroying it and with each strike, each strike that was responded with a thunderous note of the crescendo. With each note resonating through the tower with such veracity that the columns crumbled sending that level cascading onto the next. The man did not halt until there was but one level left his hands hung suspended as if he a puppet and he looked to those he had saved and smiled, and in that moment he conveyed to them every feeling and thought he had ever felt. Before he could be stopped he dropped his hands constructing the last note of destruction, the last of the tower crumbled and collapsed. Crushing all beneath the orchestra, the army and lastly the man. All except the final note which permeated the ruble for all to hear.
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I don't know what I'm doing here, I think I was just board and listening to classical music again.
