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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Melody (08/24/06)

TITLE: Immortal Song
By Lynda Schultz


The stage of the universe was set. The orchestra, watching for that first movement of the Conductorís baton, raised celestial instruments and prepared to play. The score was laid out before them; whole notes and half, quarter notes, rests and full stops, the opus to end them all awaited the Creatorís pleasure. The Maestro raised His arm and then, with His hand marking a gentle downbeat, the music began. The curtains of time rolled back and the sweet Singer of songs stepped forward to take His place on the platform called life.

The notes rose to caress the faces of leaves and petals, to brush the hummingbirdís wings and still her frantic flight. They tickled the whiskers of a tiger, tugged the tail of a monkey, and embraced the two jewels of creation as they sat engrossed in conversation with a turtle. The human pair paused, lifting innocent heads to breathe in the sweet smell of the Makerís passage, to delight in the gentle timbre of His voice singing in the wind.

The song cavorted through hills and valleys, pitch perfect as it soared in triumphant crescendo, as though lifted on eaglesí wings.

Suddenly, the mood shifted. The music slowed, taking on a minor key, going from dance to dirge in only as much time as it takes to make a poorly considered decision. The stage seemed darker at that moment in time, the notes of the song farther away, faint; overrun by shriller, more dissonant chords. The Master Conductorís first movement had come to an end.

Nevertheless, the haunting melody lingered in the air, waiting. At times, the Wind hummed the song in lonely solitude. Now and then, He swept down to whisper the tune in the ears of a sometimes tone-deaf creation. On one such occasion, the familiar refrain bloomed in the desert, albeit reluctantly, on the tangled tongue of a prince-turned-shepherd. He passed on the Master Conductorís second movement to a choir of millions. Their voices blended imperfectly, vocal cords atrophied from their long neglect in practicing the song, in their failure to possess the music and to be possessed by it. With eyes on the Conductor, and ears listening for the true, pure notes of the Singer, there were moments of grandeur as the anthem of heaven poured from earth-bound hearts. The song soared again. The backdrop of history was brightened once more by the musicís presence.

The song danced, skipping through the ages. Occasionally, a beat was missed here and there, a note or two flattened or made sharper than the Composer had desired. Nevertheless, it was His song; He knew each scale perfectly, every up, and each down. The song of heaven went on whether in swelling shout or woeful whisper.

Then came a time when the song was so familiar that the audience stopped hearing, or singing, the music. Seeking to revive what their evil hearts told them was dead, they rewrote the score, changing note after note in an effort to bring the song back to life as they perceived it. The result was not even a good copy of the original. The world sang the words but the music, the harmony, was gone. The Composer, saddened, prepared to conduct the next movement of His work.

He sent the Singer of songs for a personal appearance, commissioned to bring resolution to a fractured melody. Clothed from the wardrobe of humanity, the Singer exited the stage of heaven and sat in the audience below. His song sounded strange to the ears of His listeners, as though He were the one out of tune and not them at all. The music flowed purely once more, reaching out, touching, capturing, and filling, replacing the corrupted bars with incorruptible harmony. The bridge had been secured.

Then, for a split second in time, the music stopped; the song and the Singer crushed by unworthy, incapable writers of cheap lyrics.

However, the Great Divine Composer had only allowed a single rest to be written on this bar. It was not the end of the concert. So the song began again, triumphant and even more glorious as it rose to fill the earth once more with the harmony of heaven. The music would go on, and on, and on, carried by many voices to the farthest corners of the world.

The Conductor of the heavenly orchestra smiled and bent down to complete the next, and final, movement of His opus.

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Beth Muehlhausen09/01/06
Gulp! This is...riveting. I like your personification. Very effective!
Jan Ackerson 09/01/06
"...However, the Great Divine Composer had only allowed a single rest to be written on this bar. It was not the end of the concert..."

Incredible. A masterpiece of writing.
Bonnie Derksen09/02/06
Hard to put into words how this makes me feel. You have woven such depth and perspective into this writing. Thank you and well done.
Brenda Craig09/05/06
So very beautiful. Reading it is a melody to my spirit. O, that we may hear Him when He sings to us.
Blessings Brenda
Allison Egley 09/05/06
Wow. I absolutely loved the end, and the part about ".... he only allowed a single rest...." Very powerful. Great job.
Joanne Sher 09/06/06
Oh wow - just amazing and beautiful and breathtaking.
Rebecca Livermore09/06/06
Excellent descriptive language. This really touched me. Thank you!
Donna Powers 09/06/06
Very lovely, and so well done. It really touched my heart. Thank you
Shari Armstrong 09/06/06
Virginia Gorg09/06/06
Masterful - excellent - I can see the batons and music being written. Bravo!
T. F. Chezum09/06/06
Wow. Excellent piece. Great job.
Debbie Sickler09/06/06
Brilliantly composed. Too many favorite lines to quote them all. I loved the double meaning of 'the bridge was secure'. Awesome job from beginning to end.
Jan Ross09/07/06
Absolutely incredible! Awesome! :)
Suzanne R09/07/06
This is so rich, so deep..... It reminds me of one of Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata in terms of its majesty. Wow!

To say 'Well Written' is way too trite. But for what it is worth, I'll say that it blows me away.
Edy T Johnson 09/07/06
Do you ever know how to turn a phrase! Your exquisite choice of words makes this read like poetry. And, what a grand overview of history.
Val Clark09/08/06
Beautifully written! Nuance filled poetry.