this man
so poor in life
so rich in soul
the music
the cord
sat in a puddle
his foot tapped
small splashes
every beat
but his smile
his aura
he loved it
what he was doing
his fingers moved
faster
the violin
electric
extending to the speaker
he was using
as a device from the rain
his teeth
whiter than snow
as he smiled
immersing himself
so deep
into the notes
moving from him to me
to us
and I could but dream
to fall so hard in love
to smile
they way he did
as his eyes
flicker
as his bow moved
up and down
this man was a gift
for what he was
was engraved into my mind
passionate
so passionate
and so happy
with what he had
right then