clicheguevara

The deaf violinist plays on the docks,
He's missing a tooth, and stands on a box.
His gestures are feverish, his cheeks wet with tears.
He sleeps in his jacket, or so it appears.
He plays from the late afternoon, through the evening.
And bows, with his hat in his hand, before leaving.
He plays for the angels themselves, I'm convinced of it.
Because no music at all comes out of his instrument.

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