The droplets fall in perfect order, each leaving the cloud at their appointed time. And the cloud position exactly, the wind kissing them into place. On the shore, the trees exhale their breath in synchronous motion, the grass blades cut the ground in rhythmic time. And cars on roads kick dust, exhausted, play tunes at necessary moments, metered out as planned. Old and young die and bear, just on cue, eyes open and close like levers. Books, alike, open, are started, finished and close, voices start just as mouths begin to gape, and stop just before they're shut. Chemicals surge at moments assigned, currents rise and rivers meet, and that is called contentment. Playing an instrument is easy, the hard part is being excellent, because only harmony exists, there simply are no mistakes.
Posted by Dan at July 17, 2012 2:05 AMNice story and game :D
Posted by blahdeedah at July 17, 2012 8:30 AMthis is my whole day now
Posted by emma at July 17, 2012 12:05 PMThis is the greatest.
Posted by MAH at July 20, 2012 9:04 AMthanks for this, it's fantastic. I've come back to it so many times by now, shared it with others, and get excited about it every time I hear the little 'pling's.
Posted by Luci at July 25, 2012 6:20 PMThis may be asking to strip the magic from the act by revealing the trick, but what is this? What would a music maker like this be called?
Posted by Andy at July 26, 2012 1:56 AM... it's like it made me make a real song with a staggered start and end, and harmonies and everything. Click a bunch of them on, and then click them off, one by one. This game is like life and I love it. Thank you.
Posted by Sean at August 1, 2012 3:07 AM