Sad symphonies

They rendered music, sauntering as though unwilling and then…
I hear the cymbal cry out with a loud voice;
The drums beating with a rhythm, never before heard;
Clanging… Banging… Resounding and echoing from within and without.
Their voices carried with them a gory story.
They wept and wailed.
Alas! Alas!
Then I heard the trumpets, joined by the harp and fiddle;
Grandiloquent, sonorous instruments rendered their breathe to the skies pari passu with their brethren
Sad. That’s how they felt. Sad.

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