Each carried its own melody.
The baritone of the soulful oboe. The dance of the clarinet. The flute that carried the voice of the soprano.
Each sang its own song.
The sweet violin. The melodic cello. The solemn bass.
Each marched to its own rhythm and rhyme.
The chiming bells. The beating drum. The shimmering shining tambourine.
Each - individually - had its own magical color and charm...its own perfectly unique beauty.
But - it's when they came together. When they joined and sang and danced and played in unison. It was when all of their voices merged. It was then - that a symphony was formed.