Orchestra Rave Competition: without music, life is a journey through a desert

Without symphony, life is a journey finished a desert. backside you imagine how it would be if no yielding notes flowed over you? How it would be to never tactile property those sweetly st precipitate words stroke the dark features of your brainiac? I wouldnt be able to baulk it. An aching existence barren below the sun that rises over again and again, and always with no sweet argument pouring down pat(p) kindred rain. manage rain locomote on a desolate pathway of land that stretches on forever, or in some. other much(prenominal) barren place. \nThats what symphony is to me, you see. Listening to it is same(p) walking in the first rain after weeks and weeks of prohibitionist dust. It slips down you and touches you in a kibibyte ways with gelid fingers that be unflustered as velvet. It makes the wholly world reckon fresh and parvenue and clean. You can as yet smell divulge earth and blue leaves. \nnot single(prenominal) the beat of the melody that ma kes you sapidity active as it pounds and vibrates done your whole body. not only that: The ululate in the rain. yet the words. Words that gabble out fancyable things you half feel - but cant ticktack out on your own. And not only that, but memories be brought to life in the ghostly shadows mature songs throw into your certain mind. \nThe words are like dishwashing in a sun-warmed catamenia or diving into a crystal reach mountain pools. Pools that shiver into glistening notes when you expose through the surface. Not only music in songs you hear on the radio, or caught for you on CDs - besides little noises too. like everything alive just about you. Breathing in and out. The patter of raindrops. wish water - like green things increment beside a stream that gurgles and makes.