Creation (Drabble)

It ran through the forest, a soft rustle of sound. It spilled out over the plains, lapping at the mountains. All in it path succumbed to the inflection of nuances; extending here, withdrawing there. It danced among the trees and tripped out to the sea: touching, creating, finding a foothold in the earth itself. The results swiftly becoming aware of its existence, it continued flowing outward, an ever-expanding force, bending elements it created to its will. All was perfect, creation as beautiful as the creator. Yet, the conductor winced. A single sour note, out of place. The music of life.