The tiptoe ballet

The tiptoe ballet was performed on the decrepit, rusty, won over by nature rooftop of a stage at dawn.

The symphony played the beautiful classics dripping with harmonious melody.

Somehow, the cold carried the notes of sorrow-filled raindrops to dance their dance in the early-spring air and to make the metronome notes even crisper.

Tapping shoes soon replaced the ballet slippers; tapping in time, rattling the rooftop in a tin based tune consisting slightly of jazz tainted blues.

But what is a piece without a grand finale?

Thunderous base roars over the sky emphasized by a light show that would provoke power in even the meekest of souls.

Looking from beneath the stage, one can only see the rain draped off the balcony where the audience had poured into like a stream given vent. And the music played on until the sweet ballads subdued in somberness were lulled to an extended drop of a note in G Clef.