New Orleans Funeral Procession

There goes a lonely soul in a coffin carried by pallbearers which step forward with slow-pace a funeral leader goes with black umbrella up the brass band follows: the trumpet vomits blood from its shredded heart, one step forwards leaning to left the trombone steps backward heaving a heavy sigh, two steps leaning to right; when the saxophone scatters wandering spirits in the air the spirits twist their bodies with the sax yearning for lost paradise; the tuba, on the verge of tears, struggles to advance out of breath, keeps swaying its bulky body trying not to fallout from the line. The enchanting melodies of Dixieland, appeal not only to the mourners but curious bystanders ears as well.