behind closed doors the tuba player is playing sonatas all night he plays all night like a man possessed like he's trying to get something off his chest because late one night the tuba player's wife ran away with a travelling fair and nothing but music can quell in his heart the scent of her ebony hair and he plays.... the waltzers spin faster than liquid or light the lights of the fair fill her eyes and each time he pa**es, he blows her a kiss as he pockets the money and smiles and late at night when the crowds have gone home he cranks up the rides just for her and they spin in the darkness suspended in time as he breathes in the scent of her ebony hair and sings...