TITANIC OVERTURES

Chinrest in place I begin to play my violin and the whole world disappears.... an appassionato moment of pure delight, among the chaos of a swallowing ocean ! Dreams I never dared dream pour out like blood, at the cusp of a massive drowning; Titanic of 1912, a collision of magnitude proportion between ice and steel, the thrum of dying bodies pummeling down into the sea. She was beautiful, a broken fire in the middle of the Adriatic Sea... He a Jack of the arts a poor man with a lucky card then there was J Bruce Ismay, a coward with a license to preach, a self appointed God, who placed greed in front of life and progress... I play on, " Nearer, My God, to Thee" my music becomes my last will and testament, as my feet sink and my soul leaves my body I play for the God who saves, I play for the drowning victims, and I play for the sea, that taketh me