His fingers lead to time’s caress

As sounds like brightly coloured silk

Resonate from ancient walls

As rich and warm as mother’s milk

Elbow poised to guide his bow

He draws a note from deep within

His music touches all who hear

With passion and seductive sin

All he feels etched on his face

His body lost to music’s sway

Eyes closed, his soul is quite immersed

Nay, drenched, in melodic affray

As Lonely cry of violin

Bursts forth with melancholic song

And spell-bound ears, hearts and minds

Reverberate and sing along.