The Naked Violinist

Rustic, chestnut sound

Reverberates in the room,

As the copper globe spins

Dust, a cloak,

Guises the elm cabinet,

Like a thin blanket of old-

A tired coat of age

The siamese cat-

Ears sharpened,

Tail manic,

Leaps up onto the oak, English dresser,

And investigates,

Its pink nose twitching-

At every dancing ray of light

Spectators in rusted brass frames listen acutely,

As the naked violinist cries-

Through strings of anguish.