Once upon a music note, there lie a secret- one of truths, and truths only- the tale of the Ministry of the Exploding Sound.
But everyone just called them the Min'stry.
Of course, like every story, the fable of the Min'stry washed away with the grains of time and scattered themselves on the tears of oceans on beach fronts 'cross the world. Each grain represented something- a person, a moment in time- but it would take bucket fulls of years to find one person, one moment of time where the Min'stry held its place held their memories- you can imagine it's be hard to find.
Ah, but if one person can tell their novel of memories, then the Min'stry is alive and well! Notes no longer dawdle, no longer collect dust on sheets of lined paper, they peel themselves off and dance again! And so the Min'stry lives again not just on music paper nor floating about in our ears- they live alive and well in our hearts and sould and we speak their music pure and true from our lips and the Min'stry- no, the Ministry of the Exploding Sound plays again!
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sun Apr 05, 2009 @ 04:27pm · 0 Comments |