Introducing the tragic song of a forgotten boy He finds solace in his violin, Bringing life into that old hollow wooden body. Sound holes cuts into his belly as a Chef’s Blade, With the personification of Leonardo Da Vinci’s Adoration of the Magi! He’s an intellectual apprentice, With patterns of renaissance in his fingers! A slave of sorrows specializing in blues monotones, He views the world through reversed angles, Harmonizing masterpieces of colorblind redemption! His cavatina orchestrated with such precision, His range resonating pioneering influence! Scarlet blood leaks onto razor sharp strings, Through tragedy his windfall crescendo displays the fluency of a harmonica’s orchestra. Despite the resistance of a rattlesnake society he plays song after song, Resurrecting Michelangelo’s inventions through his forearms! Effortless are his misfortunate motions, 10 years old on a busy metropolitan sidewalk, He looses his heart in tender afflictions each note torturing his image into irrational motivation. Indeed he butchers immorality out of crystalized defiance of a childhood Marred in beautiful disasters, no wonder his invisible tears Can be visualized as a rainbow’s discomfort.
(c) All Rights Reserved Don Yah Fu Mitchell 2014