Andrew Crisci Poet Lyric

A Famous Violinist

Gorgeous Brady was only ten
when he grabbed an old violin,
which belonged to his wealthy grandpa
Jacob and started playing, " Lacrimosa.

Some chords sounded too awkward,
he persisted and finally got them right;
why did he play that song never heard?
Had he in mind a sweet serenade night?

Brady didn't show a sign of boredom, 
but continued playing with confidence,
the small theater was missing an audience;
he didn't mind, he wasn't seeking stardom.

One could hear his impeccable passion through his music,
the notes were loud and shook the clock's pendulum;
his speed picked up a dramatic, operatic momentum...
a chorus of Ooh's Oh's would make it sound angelic.

" Bravo! " A well-dressed man stepped forward,
Brady stared at him and smiled for the compliment,
" May I know the name of this genius imitating Mozart?"
" I'm Brady and I live in the cobblestone building."

" Then you must be Jacob's nephew: the owner of the theater! "
Brady nodded and shook the maestro's hand sensing its power;
would you like to team up with Mark the orchestra pianist? 
He agreed and went on to became a famous violinist!

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