the ice-cold waltz

the brass sank first, They had little hope,

the saxophones , not wooden, they,

were not held up by their reeds,

just filled with water and pulled you down.

the woodwinds, and most of the strings, were not successful in staying afloat.

the percusion section were divided, sad to say. xylophone, and cymballs went down fast, while the timpany and drums held on against the ice cold water,

so did the cellos and double bass, who were fine, until the bridge broke as you grasped it desperately.

the piano went down , with the exact angle as the ship, the securing carriage saved the last boat from it rolling down. it slid down the water with somber grace.

the music sheet, the baton, the stage, the chairs , all had no hope.

it does not matter what was played, or that the accordion was mysteriously washed up in the tropical paradise. it lacked the musician, and seemed to the naiive natives, as a sea monsters’ proboscis.

thus ended the music, the valses, the light polkas of the victorian age,

saved from later horrors perhaps.