I love this photograph and wrote about the first thing that entered my head when I saw it.
Photo © Jules Paige
They called it Windsong, a revolution in music for the Third Millennium and Mankind.
These huge staves of notes reached out and up into the sky, their soothing melody drifting across the air whenever the wind blew.
It filled their cities with tranquil lullabies, an instrumental crooning that affected all.
Gone was the road rage, the street attacks, anger and violence.
Music was their healer, a new leader in Harmony for the lost and lonely.
It was the nearest Man would ever come to World Peace.
Within fifty years, the War Mongers and Power Hungry tore them down.
There was no profit in music.