So graceful the people dancing and dinning,
See, I see everyone
Producing the music that is overwhelming dare I say capsizing?

Our instruments bellow out the notes,
Filled with spirit
Making the people feel warmer then their elegant fur coats.

A boom a crash, knowing it did not come from the bass section,
“Oo,” “Ah,” “What Happened?”
Something tells me our shields are down, No further Protection.

Crowds rush in faster than the mighty Titanic’s pace,
All crazed out of there minds
Thinking to me has everyone lost their grace.

The room begins to be as cold as the night,
Water brushes over my toes
Makes me shiver and change to a ghostly white.

Soon my band seems to follow,
Am I alone?
I run, then I halt, Am I as them? So hostile and hollow.

I plant my self with this ship in the main staircase,
What can I do to help?
Knowing what I do best, I play upbeat tunes as I begin to brace.

What’s this? The familiar notes I use to hear,
My mates have come back.
Let it build and build gives these passengers nothing to fear!

As awkward lean begins to rise, I’m struck with tears
Could this be the last note I play?
Mate taps me on the shoulder “Hevan has a band, with billions of open ears.”