The Violinist

The Violinist He sits on the corner of a building Four stories above the world below Playing his violin day after day No one knows his name They just know that there is beautiful music They imagine that is coming from Heaven Does it matter to this lonely man? He doesn’t care for fame or money God has graced him with the gift of music He could be a star He could perform with a huge orchestra He would rather play alone above the people He plays just to make people happy He loves it when people dance down the street That man That lonely man is an artiste Too bad no one knows who he is But that would not make him happy