I couldn't believe that the ship was sinking --
We musicians played on and on,

No one is certain what the songs were --
For days we'd performed night until dawn,

It's hard to accept that my Stradivarius
Will rest in Davy Jones' locker,

At least I'm not leaving a grieving widow --
This dismal end seems such a shocker,

Drowned at sea at thirty-five years
Is too sad a memory to leave,

Can a maiden voyage end in catastrophe?
Only the superstitious would believe,

Just say it was "Nearer My God to Thee,"
No one will remember for sure,

I've obeyed the commandments that Moses received --
My innermost thoughts were pure.

by D. Edgar Murray 06/30/2000.