Disclaimer: Tolkien came up with this, I just put it into my own words
Author's Note: For the cofusion challenge, because even the Ainur can get a bit confused. Can I just say that I love the idea of the Ainulindale - a world made out of song is just such a beautiful, romantic creation story.
The notes flowed into and around one another: forming; shaping. The melodies were one and many, all parts of the greater whole. Harmonies and counter-harmonies. The discordance was nothing at first. A single note which did not belong. But the note grew, and in its wake the melodies became confused. Voices vied to be heard, their harmonies lost. New tunes, unheard before, swirled like shadow.
Slowly, the music faded, and the singers looked on what they had made; but they feared the darkness which stalked the land.
It was Varda who spoke for them.
“Why do you sing so, brother?”