This musician was disturbed by a jukebox, for its song was forced upon his ears, affecting his body and soul. He was not in harmony with the song and a subtle dissonance arose. It hurt him.

"Leave that place to find concord within and without."

To the trees he went, whose accompanying benches let him sit to find rest. A book tempted the musician, it was even silver with a tree, but he could not read.

"Not yet."

He sat and his eyes grew fond of something. He saw a million small leaves, the slim branches which traced their inner ends, and the bark which seemed to have paths to travel, all friendly to one another. He then heard the breeze play through the leaves, both singing sweetly. It seemed to the musician that he should stay...

After much listening to the harmony of the tree, he looked upon the ground to see the words:

"By this the love of God was manifested in us, that God has sent His only begotten Son into the world so that we might live through Him. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins."

How could this be here? the musician asked. Unity seemed to be lost with these words. In hope, need, and love he looked elsewhere.

"I am the Light of the world. Seek the pleasurable harmony among Men, for if your soul delights in the trees and the wind you will find joy in the Music of Lords and Servants."

Then the musician was tuned to the harmony of where he now sat, with the leaves, branches, bark, Atonement, and Light. Satisfied, he immediately got up and walked to the Conservatory to play his part.