The little boy once known as the prodigy took his spotlight.
Violin at the ready,
Bow held high,
He played the most complex and beautiful melodies.
Songs that took you soaring through the heavens,
Suspended you in time.
Lost in the one man symphony.
Emotion and precision in perfect harmony.
And in the end,
...From his audience of two.
The streets can be an uncaring stage.
He made three dollars that day.
Maybe next time he'd have enough for a hot meal.