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The SymphonyIt begins softly.With the gentle rolling of ambient noiseSlowly decreasing tempo.They gather above,Layering and darkening and solidifying intoOne sound.Then the winds takes over.With a gradual crescendo of air,They push the atmosphere into a spiralingHaunted duet of low, dark, heavy sound.Notes dance lazily as the hum decrescendos.Then taps ring out.Sporadic, at first,Then more frequent.Creating a wall of rhythm blending with the low humming air andthe thick rising and falling of winds.The air heaves.Fasterand faster,Churningand saturating,Bleeding into the atmosphere,Picking up tempo,Gaining momentum,Until finally…The storm arrives.
Twin souls, Dancing in circlesTwin soulsDancing in circles around each otherWaltzing through time andTangling while TangoingOr are they Tangoing while tangling?Are they dancingOr are they drifting?Are they floatingOr falling?Clinging to the other as they descendIs it fate or destinyWho ties these twisting spirits?Is it love or dependenceThat keeps them keeping?Can one exist without the other?Can one escape the twisting, turning,Twirling, churning,Chasing, pacing,Racing of the merry-go-round that is the nature of them?Do they want to...Escape?Is that even a thought?Do they get dizzy of spinning?Do they get tired of dancing?Are they not afraid of falling?Are they aware they are floating?in a tangling Tangoy messOf fate and destiny tying and winding theTwo in dependence and love that they cannot escapeEven if they wanted toEven if they knew...Drifting through timeWaltzing in circlesDancing twin souls.Caught in the motion of the in-escape of each other.