time’s passing…

the sextet play a set of jigs

each bar rewinding time

until mid-nineteenth century

when box falls off the line


the quintet play their reels

back four hundred more

then fiddle flips into the night

leaving us with four


the quartet play a mournful tune

into twelfth century

when in a flash guitar departs

and we are left with three


the trio play more sets of reels

millennia just flew

before in turn the harp dissolves

thus leaving us with two


the duo mourn the passing

of two-thirds of this great band

before the pipes evaporate

and flute alone still stands


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