Your music should have passion in it or you shouldn't sing at all. Trombones to make the angels fit. Trumpets to make the devils roar.
Pianos twang of silver linings. Flute the rain to fall. Organs sound of lost love's pining when timpani's at the call.
You see the orchestra live their life away from all their players. They long for passion, tears to slide. Down the cheek of all their listeners.