The Fiddler

A young man came from Sandy Hook To play his fiddle for our sheer pleasure Scottish reels and an occasional Irish folk song From memory, for little he gladly entertained Though enormously talented, he suffered From a debilitating disease of mind long Unconsidered by family, friends, teachers, all Despite his blighted social skills and Sometimes strange and inexplicable behavior We did not comprehend his innermost needs No one became acquainted with his inner child No one reached inside his mind defiled. We learned he discovered the Internet Which, in time, would be his undoing. As the story read, he was communicating Suggestively with someone unknowingly So, the law came and carried him off to jail No one seemed the wiser for his immaturity. I went to see what I could do to help But I was much much too late to intervene In the middle of the night he had played A few Scottish reels and an Irish folk song Entertained the block of the incarcerated And in the darkness took his own life.