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.

Too bad,

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?

Oh no,

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?

More cobwebs?

More static.)