3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #155 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

I'd expected him to be evasive,
And my deceased brother roundabout dissed.
He looked a gargoyle stoney impassive,
Any fear or qualms I quickly dismissed.
I'd picked a dry malmsey from the winelist,
We dined on fresh, panfried garlic rockfish
And boiled down potatoes in seasalt grist
With mojo picon sauce, a Tenerife dish.
Las Palmas town was a nirvana niche
It teemed tourists and military types,
Arab merchant sailors dapper and swish,
The beach downtown fit the travelogue hypes.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a whistle:
To my accident prone brother a silbo epistle.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

On the lantern lit boardwalk a whistle.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a chirp.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a pipe.