The celesta /sᵻˈlɛstə/ or celeste /sᵻˈlɛst/ is a struck idiophone operated by a keyboard. It looks similar to an upright piano (four- or five-octave), or a large wooden music box (three-octave). The keys connect to hammers that strike a graduated set of metal (usually steel) plates suspended over wooden resonators. Four- or five-octave models usually have a pedal that sustains or damps the sound. The three-octave instruments do not have a pedal because of their small "table-top" design. One of the best-known works that uses the celesta is Tchaikovsky's "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" from The Nutcracker.
The sound of the celesta is similar to that of the glockenspiel, but with a much softer and more subtle timbre. This quality gave the instrument its name, celeste meaning "heavenly" in French.
The celesta is a transposing instrument; it sounds one octave higher than the written pitch. Its (four-octave) sounding range is generally considered as C4 to C8, where C4 = middle C. The original French instrument had a five-octave range, but because the lowest octave was considered somewhat unsatisfactory, it was omitted from later models. The standard French four-octave instrument is now gradually being replaced in symphony orchestras by a larger, five-octave German model. Although it is a member of the percussion family, in orchestral terms it is more properly considered as a member of the keyboard section and usually played by a keyboardist. The celesta part is normally written on two bracketed staves, called a grand staff.
[Amardon:]
Running away, hours or days
Finally I'm free the gates before me I see
Holding the stones must find a place to hide
Must keep them away, from the demonic shrine
My army is fighting for me
For the stones, or we'll never be free
Keepers of light.
Shall behold their might.
To arms of gods I will give my life.
Escaped from the dark.
Their light in my heart.
Divine was their meaning to keep me alive.
Now take these stones, hide them like gold
To place filled with love, This is what spirits told
We must fight for the stones, to last standing man
We won't see tomorrow, they'll destroy this land
My army is fighting for me
For the stones, or we'll never be free
Keepers of light
Shall behold their might
To arms of gods I will give my life
Escaped from the dark
Their light in my heart