

They came in the night, in whispers, they came, in the day, on pillars of fire. We could not repel them, with fire or whispers. Then a lonely boy standing in the shards of a building with nothing but a piano came to our rescue. Beethoven’s Piano Concerto No. 5 rippled across the landscape, devastating their pillars of fire, their whispers in the night. Saved, by the virtuosity of a boy.

I think tis more fun with less words.