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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
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Mystic Rose Rose
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