The conductor was the lightning rod for all we felt in our world yet felt too enormous to express in the medium of words.
As the instruments made an ocean of music one patient rain splash at a time, the conductor became as the wind and sunshine too, as if he were conducting the emotions of the divine through that wand he held.
Music is one of the deep languages of the soul and in it the conductor was more fluent than any I'd ever met.
The conductor became one with that ocean of emotion, painting a picture as elegant as any artist ever has.
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