Is my descriptive writing OK

I went to the public park and was the one to witness
the raucous soprano. It was very loud that it latched
into my body and sent a thrill across my artheries. I
danced as if I was a chimpanzee in the lush-green
forest: never stop. The soprano was full of rhythm and
joy that gave me pride and prestidge.
Behind the soprano singer was a pianist. The tune he
played was a rousing-death that it makes me bust more
gooves in a crystal-clear skies that is never dim.
It was the best soprano after all.