The Sound of Violin

I pricked my ears to follow the sound, As did my son and our puppy hound, delight of violin in full tune, Played to setting sun and rising moon! Winter evening was well underway, Christmas carol singers in full sway, Violin was playing the church psalms, And Beethoven,Elgar, Berg and Brahms. Mystery player hidden from view, Three ardent followers, wish he knew, Our quest to trace the source was in vain, The flow of music was unrestrained! A bright full moon but it was still dark, couple in romance strolling the park, sound of violin has come to stop, If not for ducks one can hear pin drop. In corner of park a wooden bench, the maestro was here, was my hunch, Some tell tale signs of food and foot prints, Other than these there were no more hints! We returned next week for an encore, A Christmas cake with thank you decor, There was no music but silence all the way. Near the bench, a note:- “ RIP, In heaven you shall play!”