Spiraling, Swirling, Swelling Sound

Music. 

Sweetly gliding through the air, notes melting together, a continuous vibrance of sound. 
Musicians dancing from their seats, bodies pouring soul and spirit into the bows gliding across strings, thrashing through the air. 

Sticks pound down, keeping beat on the drums. 

Horns, flutes, tubas add sweet notes to the clamor. Strings plucked on harps, notes plinked on piano. 

Each sound melding together in beautiful harmony. 

So much emotion to be portrayed through the tones and notes. Sharps, flats, highs, lows, they draw tears and smiles. 

Throat constricts as the eery sounds squeal softly and gently fade into lonely silence.

Clashes of symbols and short, sharp notes collide as the anger rises, the emotions grow, louder, louder, crashing like waves on stormy seas, and again fade into that loneliest of silences, softly fading away as the music falls, the night wanes, the morning light rises. 

Hope, or solitude, to be decided as tears still glisten in corners of eyes and hands pound together to bravo the makers of such passionate sound. 

Heart and soul they pour into it, these makers of music. 

For some smiles dance gently at the corners of mouths, others stare with a ferocious focus on their pages and instruments. Heads weave, arms create an intricate dance of limb and instrument, or sit stoicly still, fully concentrated. 

Passion plays a different tune for each, yet so clear their adoration of this creation of emotion, the spilling of music from lips and fingers. 

Sounds swell, enveloping the audience with growing emotion, notes melting together as one, changing and shifting like the faces of the moon. 

Gently crashing like waves embracing the white sand of the beach, then suddenly swelling and breaking harshly, tumbling sand, shells, and sea. 

An intricate dance, a soulful song, weaving and melting like colors and paints swirling through water in a glass, spiraling, swirling, fading, flowing.