THE SHOW MUST GO ON

 So what if the brass is broken and the threads tattered and bare

The wood is winded and the melody no longer there

So what if the tin does not resound with voices sweet and shrill

and the barrel is hollow, the percussion lost its thrill

So what if the paper's review was written without a clue

and the lead was blurred, its notes not heard

So what if your wheels refuse to move, 

No pedal to metal, no rhythm no groove

So what if the steel lost its edge,  strings broken overstretched

The game hasn't stopped, the squares aren't free, 

Kingdom and Pawn are just sipping tea, 

The Baton still whirls, as breath is drawn, 

The show hasn't ended, it must go on

- AN EXPERIMENT IN SYNECDOCHE