What did we see?

Solemn chords of resonation wafting through the chilled air.

Our music wraps its gentle arms around the fearful passengers of this great ship one by one, pulling them into a soft embrace momentarily before releasing them to their final resting place below the water's surface.

A fragile, temporary grasp on life that soothes them ever so gently.

We are fearful as well of our own fates as the steel arms of our mother creak and crack beneath the pressure of tons of icy water.

We feel the temptation of the tremble of a lip gnawing at our mouths, the urge to scream and wail for our misfortune as we sink lower into this freezing hell,

Yet we have a duty to the people, to try and keep some calm within the storm.

So we guide our bows over these tender strings and inhale our sweet melodies with each breath.

Though our impact is small and the effects of our sweet harmonies is brief, the provision of momentary solice from the horror unfolding is enough to keep us playing 'till the end.

'Till we end.