Johann Strauss Orchestra

An orange slice of frozen wire
casts a voice for all to hear.
The violin, and then a cheer of cello, bass,
an iron heart, of brass to burn.
It's time to play,
and time to turn.
A heartbeat sounds a deep dark thud.
A flower's gentle fronds are broken,
and all the race is on!
The creature born from living mud.

And round we go, around the room.
Trapped in swirls and curls of doom,
Dance forever.
Cannot stop.
Dance until we die and drop.

Then crash!
Shazaam!
The lightning strikes.
The candles all blow out and smash.
The night is dead.
The music dies, instead.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.