the next hundred years

It's not everyday that magic happens. Once in a while, every couple of millennia, a comet streaks across our sky at the perfect speed. The sound created is at unity gain in our hearts, and a polyphonic sheen engorges our ears. The musical creations of the next hundred years both bow before, and tower above the meek, the friendless, and the beautiful. Shimmery rhapsodies melt into solemn hymns, blasphemous torch songs reside within scathing polyrhythms. Thunderous bass and melodic rants march alongside fiddles and delay drenched guitars.