3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #182 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

When twelve I told Mum I wouldn't wed...
And God rest her soul, my husband to be
I met in a resthome on his deathbed...
I was fifty gone mad, he was seventy three.
A nurse, I'd lift the cup, he'd sip the tea,
I'd shoulder him to his zimmer frame,
As he had chronic arthritis in a clicking knee,
We'd smile at the aceydeucy boardgame.
And though he'd forget his own name
In espionage he'd played a crucial mole;
In time, insidious love took its claim-
He widowed Anglican, me a Catholic soul.
The passage of time has made our love plain,
And gone is the colour hair gave me pain.

{3D interactive corus in G flat:}

The passage of time has made our love plain.
The passage of time has made our love obvious.
The passage of time has made our love straightforward.