Written by Leah Jane
He stands alone in his wooden castle
Look around
The worn panels letting the light flood in
He`s poised by the fully lighted entrance
Like a doorway to another kingdom
The hard, dark floor is littered with debris
Twigs, and leaves
He treads upon them not knowing they`re there
A youthful man beyond this earthly realm
He is strong and proud with his pearl held high
He comes to play his musical machine
loud and clear
Hours turn to days as he loses his woes
He transports himself to other places
Bowing the strings to produce a sweet sound
Resting gently under his clean cut chin
Fingers sure
The magical strings of all different keys
Conjuring sounds to please himself…alone
Every now and then people would join him
The sound so soulful, passionate and deep
Sweet music
The wooden object his constant ally
Years to master the art of music notes
Now a fluent expert in the language
The melodies fill the air with such grace
A new world
Everything changes when he starts to play
A vortex to different realities
Beyond all kinds of existence of life
The melancholic sound brings forth blithe tears
Never sad
All who hear him are enchanted at once
The cavernous room is seemingly light
The expanse now a lavish brick alcazar
When the music stops everyone departs
Without words
The artist is the only one who stays
No one around to hear his dulcet sounds
Jilted in this world he has created