His Hair is like lines of music staff, which run pages over with the notes that his children compose. His eyes are like fiery symbols red with sound.
His Nose is like a tuba blasting with fullness. His lips are compositions tight with his structure. The sound those lips produce is a blaring trumpet for all to hear.
His Face is a harp on which his children play. His neck is of a whistle, which starts the whole song.
His Shoulders are two Guitars on which the tension of his worship rests. His chest is of a two tympanis beating loudly for his people.
His Lungs are two cellos weeping for their sufferings.
His Heart his filled with violins their sound falls and rises with the son. His stomach is the drum on which heaven and earth shall beat.
His Arms and Legs are trombones, which hold and stand on the sounds the trumpet makes.
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