The musician came and with him came the destruction. As he blew his flute, the breeze became a typhoon uprooting trees and blowing the roofs off. As he put the bow on his violin, the soft rain became a hailstorm tearing down all the crops and nests. As he pressed a key on his piano, the pleasant looking clouds collided and struck down lighting on a huge tree burning it to crisp.
Devastated by this doom, the whole village cried and offered gifts and sacrifices to their God. At last the stranger laid down all his instruments and began to sing an unknown song.To their amazement, the clouds gave way to the sun, the heavy downpour stopped and the typhoon vanished into thin air.
His words brought peace but his actions brought destruction.
It reminded me of Someone.