Brian walked steadily along side the river, wanton thoughts flowing through his head.  He had been banished from yet another town, as seemed to be custom for all towns he went too.  An inner sadness had filled him but he was hesitant to show it, as he always was.  He tended to keep his feelings to himself, not wishing to open up completely to others.  He paused and gazed out at the river.  Its beauty awoke the inner artist within him as he opened up his violin case and pulled it forth.  Lifting it up to rest against him, he began to play a slow and sad melody.  The song drifted across the trees around him.  It was an eerie, and yet beautiful and captivating song.