<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">It was a place visited only by dozens on the weekend<br/>out of the way<br/>though of too 'low brow'<br/>the DJ was terrible<br/>the dance floor was small<br/>and the drinks were over priced<br/><br/>no one should come here<br/>the few that did<br/>just wanted to be alone<br/><br/>in a sea of night clubs<br/> bars<br/>This was nothing<br/>drift wood<br/>and yet...<br/>someone found interest<br/>desire to play<br/>He was drawn by the void<br/>This absence of talent<br/>silent steps took him in<br/>at the moment he was a ghost<br/>unnoticed<br/>forgotten the moment he was seen<br/><br/>The DJ leaves<br/>the stage is open<br/>No one cares<br/>no one sees him set up the mic<br/>or pull up a stool<br/>no one really notices the lights as they change <br/>No one saw the violin<br/>or the bow<br/><br/>but they stopped dead<br/>when the bow was pulled across strings<br/>when that first chord danced into the stale air of the club<br/>Bliss<br/>perfection<br/>and it was only a chord<br/>it wasn't even the start of the song<br/>just something to bring attention to himself<br/><br/>When he played<br/>it was a song that started out with only a few layers<br/>a cool summer night<br/>an empty club<br/>If one listened<br/>truly listened<br/>they would 'see' this<br/><br/>but he added more layers<br/>The bartender<br/>distant<br/>dreams broken crunching under his feet<br/>a lost soul<br/>The waitress<br/>hopeful<br/>but bitter<br/>These were just notes<br/>no words<br/>a picture painted without a brush<br/>just a bow<br/>and the bard<br/>Sitting on the stage<br/>his eyes closed<br/>gently swaying</span></div>