II. Sour Notes

the noisy sea of tones comes to a standstill almost instantly as the Composer taps the podium with his baton. the hall is dark, save a lone spotlight illuminating the Maestro Himself. there is an anticipatory hush that holds the audience, as well as the orchestra, captive. the silence is thick and eternal. and then, with one sudden flick of His hand, the music begins.

in the act of creation, God simply began to conduct His masterpiece. creation was not the actual process of composition. in the silence and darkness of eternity before creation, that place our temporal minds cannot comprehend, the Maestro had already written His symphony. when the word "Light" shone from His lips, He was only beginning to perform the music that was already written down. He took up His baton, and the cosmological orchestra played the notes that were in front of them. the first movement was performed immaculately, without a flaw.

but part of the beauty of this symphony was the allowance by the Composer Himself for improvisation. the melodies, the dynamics, the time signatures were all scrawled down in His unmistakable handwriting; but every member of the orchestra was given the freedom to stray from the score. and almost immediately, they did.

yet every time a sour note is hit, or an instrument comes in late, the Composer somehow, miraculously, works the mistake into His composition. it is not clumsy or unpleasant on the ears, but rather intensely purposeful and artistic. it's as though He knew where the orchestra would occasionally wander from the written score. and in His genius He made accommodations for error. no matter how badly an individual player stumbles over the piece, every flub and shrieking violin is worked into the beauty of the music. it is nothing short of masterful.

the music never stops. the Composer continues to tirelessly, effortlessly, direct the orchestra. and the music will continue, despite incompetent instrumentalists and grating blunders, until the Maestro reaches the finale of His masterpiece. and no eyes but His have seen that part of the score.