Orchestra

One interval, an orchestra discussed the meaning of life:
‘VALVES AND STRINGS!’, proclaimed the trumpet
‘Show me one glimpse of eternal life, here on earth, and I’ll believe!’
‘Choose any music you please’, replied the violin
‘Music is timeless.’
‘MOZART AND BEETHOVEN!’, declared the trumpet
‘The art and artist are hardly the same!’
‘Why should the fruit look like the tree?’, squiggled the violin
‘Which of us looks like the sound we make?’
‘I can barely hear you’, piped the trumpet
‘No sooner I open my ears, your notes are gone
In the wisps of time.’
‘We are all conduits for greater beings’, announced the timpani.
‘Eighty-eight hellos!’, chinkled the piano
‘Fruit from the tree, tree from the seed, seed from the fruit.
Isn’t water water whether in the air or on the ground?’
‘What a cacophony!’, blasted the trumpet, ‘Who can make sense of that?’
‘What is art, but truth entering the world?’, laughed a flute.
‘What is truth, but the way of love?’, echoed a clarinet.
‘Who believes in God?’, bellowed the bassoon.
All the instruments answered together:
‘At last, we are ready to start life!’
(For the interval curtain was rising)
‘How else could anything survive at all?’