Adagio, Concerto

the doctor and the captain enter into the great cabin

smiling wider than the endless horizon

heartily, big hands do seize their cloths

take hold of glitt’ring amber jeweled rosin

paint their bows with musical white powder

golden rays of light pierce through arched blue windows

softly glowing candles

wax drips into white mountains on the floor

oil lanterns of wrought iron faintly glow

flowing white sleeves float upon the air

cravats cascade down fronts of crisp, clean vests

hastily run-through scales and their arpeggios

smoothly, gently sloping chestnut maple

brown-flecked bridges formed of pale spruce

long and gleaming ebony fingerboards

matching pegs are staring, iridescent eyes

dancing, dexterous fingers leaping expertly about

first notes warm, hummed humbly ‘pon a ‘cello

soon joined by smooth, soon-trilling violin

ne’er a dancing tune, the steward oft complains

clear cerulean notes so shrilly sung

sparks of hot orange amber spring, contrast

crystalline deep blue which surrounds all

ribbons of eggplant swirling with the Navy

two voices join together, sing up to the heavens

pause

strings let fly, surging full ahead

sailing ever on, a spotless sea