Now that I would love to write,
Something as memorable as a symphony,
The flow of the semi quavers and the lowering and raising of octaves,
The melody coming through in valiant roar of strings,
The Brass providing little insights into the story being told,
The wild percussion telling of the coming storm,
And the orchestra itself,
On stage like a great author,
Each part intertwined to weave a masterful tale,
I think I would like to write music.