Jackassalope

What keeps me up at night.

Did the last violinist on the Titanic wonder if his music fell upon deaf ears? As the cold water filled his shoes, did he pause and think perhaps now was the time to follow suit; to abandon ship while his songs faded into the night sky? Or did he laugh at the challenge, grip his rosined bow, and play for those willing to listen; knowing that failure and success are separated by a single breath. There is always an instant where despair can turn into hope.