| A violinist practicing in an empty concert hall. A lone nightingale singing high in a massive tree. The ethereal sound of a loon on a calm summer morning. A solitary musician carefully strumming a mandolin. Magic fingers creating harmony on a canvas. The wizardry of thought in the pages of a book. A thunderous pounding of a drum echoing through the hills. The singing of a song passed onward from times long past. Harmonies learned from the expanse of time. The lazy drifting of a river giving life to a forest. A seed upon sunlit water, floating to a new destiny. New lives created by the soul of harmony. The beast tearing and ripping at the land. The ravages of time causing life to drift back and forth. Caring nature replacing the old with the new. Harmony grows in the lives of all. Life, young and old, turns to kinship as time passes. Harmony guides the soul of all creation. |