The Sound Of Friendship

  It starts, the music begins.

Smoothly at first,

As all great symphonies do.

But slowly the cymbals crash,

Beneath the subtle sweet violins and winds.

The thunder cracks within the horns.

The music now takes on a violent tone.

Drums beating hard, like the sound of an

Argument forming.

The clash of friends in an internal rhythm.

The room vibrates with the music of hate, anger, and confusion.

But the harsh instruments retreat.

As they always do, in a great symphony.

And the flutes begin their weeping sounds of

Sorrow and desperation.

The music slowly turns to silence.

The violins pick up yet again.

As they may in a great symphony.

But this time the music is harmonious

And full of happiness.

The music is stronger then before.

And as a great symphony, it ends with a

Standing ovation.

With the silence of the music for good,

Two friends reconcile, setting aside their differences.

Until another great symphony begins,

As they always do.

Growing stronger with every new beat.

As the sound of friendship last for forever,

In a symphony of love.