The Violinist

There is an old man who lives all alone inside a small house, but he used to be a famed violinist. Now he’s unknown. No audience or visitors has he. It doesn’t matter to that man at all. He sits and plays his violin all day. He plays to the ceiling, floor and each wall surrounding him. He simply loves to play. Although there is no one to speak one word to that old man, no sadness does he feel. Inside a cage he keeps a little bird, and for that bird, the old man plays with zeal. The bird is more than just the old man’s fan. It sometimes sings along with that old man! Written Oct. 25, 2022 in a rhymed form For Lisa YY's Painting Prompted Poetry Contest