A man chooses his weapon of choice at a young age, at least this I do believe.
Many choose the sword, others the pen, and more often than not most choose a game as a weapon, their vice.
Then we have a very few who choose the path that many wish they had taken.
They choose a weapon to work with that uses their hands to create sounds that will twist and grasp the minds of men into feeling again.
Often it is made of wood with metal keys that are often cold in the beginning and grow  warm with sound as the hours pass.
Then we have those cast from hard metal pulled from Mother Earth, the brass, the silver, the copper, the nickel.
The weapons that in olden days signaled the end of dynasty's.
These weapons, which God has deemed the audible sound for the end and also what he deemed worthy for the beginning
Cool, smooth as silk, reflective by nature, reflective of the heart when one pulls the strength to wield it.
Pulled from a sheath to wake the heavens like many have before and placed back into its slumber when one decides the damage is done to both the world and themselves.
You see, this weapon takes just as much from those who use it as those who hear it.
The pouring of the heart, the mind, the person's energy create every bit of power to destroy those listening....or bring them back to life.
No other weapon does this.
No other weapon possesses this power.
No other weapon will ever be like it.
No other weapon will be what it is...

Perfect.