• A lone Trumpet calls
    Golden and sad
    A soft trilling meets your ears
    As flutes join
    Along with the bass drum
    An odd mix
    Trumpet hits a high note
    Signaling the brass to join
    They take the melody
    Soaring as only the brass can
    They crescendo
    Meeting the strings
    They drop
    Slowly
    A slow honey like sound
    Led by the cello
    Flowing
    The warm sounds
    Almost a lullaby
    A sudden minor note sound
    The oboe stops them
    In their tracks
    Casting a dark aura
    Of tragedy
    As the bassoon
    Plods after it
    Brass breaks in
    Trying to do away
    With the darkness
    Oboe protests
    Calling the clarinet
    To back it up
    The sad tone
    Brass
    Gets louder
    Almost frantic
    The woodwinds
    Go faster
    Faster
    Faster
    Then, they stop
    Leaving only a lone
    Violin
    Leading you
    Through a
    Crystal palace
    As we come
    To the royal
    Ballroom
    The whole orchestra
    Crescendos
    As the royals come out
    They soar into
    A booming
    Golden
    Happy
    Rejoicing
    Finish