Music of the Ainur
As the flame roared higher, the music expanded into the void.
As light and sound met, matter condensed. Born from fire and song, Arda grew into lands of greens and blues, fields and forests, mountains and glens.
Hand in hand, the Ainur gathered to sing life into form and shape.
From the music, words grew: a story.
The plot thickened and there was love in Arda, honesty, valour and dreams.
But then Melkor’s discord struck and destroyed that heavenly harmony.
Now there was hate, disrespect, loneliness and strife.
The way the world is today.
But still the Ainur keep singing.