The Silent Orchestra

The Silent Orchestra played the noiseless chords, one after the other, from the book of the Great Composer. It's eternal audience sat, spellbound, their skin rippling under the waves of silence breaking over them. The Damned musicians played their soul ripping rythms, oblivious to the wreck of the world around them. The Great Composer's Creation beat in the veins of the endlessly awake near-dead listeners. The black rage of the percussions clashed with the long white notes of the strings. The deep roar of the brass beasts fought with the scream of the flutes. Still the caged people listened, to the Cryptic Melody, to the Secret Song. The sheets flew in the ancient, airless theater, as the empty notes on their pages were played and died into the height of the roof.