The Fiddler
I am in awe, of castle intrigue
For I am Abu
Nuwas knows who I am
I am jealous, of this is true
Of the fiddler
For his music makes Caliphs smile
All the royal court dances in song
For he makes the hearts of young men sing
With his fiddle
As he plays musical ballads
To enchant the nobles and surfs
He brings men at arms, to think of enchantment
His music plays for all who hear
Yet his fiddle plays only for the one he loves
He can not have her, and the music knows
And if you read the musical intent
Of a lover whose heart will never be lent
You will see within the waltzes of charm
A man who has lost love and thus disarmed
Yet he plays his fiddle, for he hides the despair
And the Kings and agents of his court applaud
They see not the lost desires of a fiddler dissolve
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2013
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