As Sir Winston Churchill Said
Stray cobwebs spitting out music,
Heavy with dust and salt,
Forcefully break up the rocky sunset (romantic is too overused)
With delayed memories of gramophone static.
You missed your photo-op,
And now the sepia-coloured snow
Has taken you off of the air
And dropped you into its pocket.
― Did I mention it's full of dust?
That camera can't work miracles.
If you can't see the music then neither can it;
Find the cobwebs yourself (lazy)
It's worth it for that one perfect shot,
And that one perfect sunset
(Which can only inspire more music?