Guest Poet... Regis Auffray Shares His Beautiful Poem, The Fiddler - Enjoy with Music if you Wish!

The Fiddler The wind is cold Often the rain falls hard The snow really does not help It is cold and it stings his face But it is beautiful And the fiddler plays To as many snowflakes Who send him their tune In their infinite uniqueness He is indifferent to those Who walk past ignoring him And his sharing of his self Through his music He is grateful when someone going by Pauses to listen to the music That flows from the depths of his spirit He is so pleased and thankful When another drops a coin or two In his battered violin case He is ecstatic when a kindred spirit Stops and listens To what pours out from his soul Through his violin In heaven he finds himself When the gathered few applaud His love of music and so much more That he feels compelled to share Through his fiddling tunes As though he has a choice Since he has nothing else © Régis Auffray (2016)

AuthorsDen And there's one more Fiddler, Charlie Daniel, I had to add! When I used to do Poetry Month, Regis contributed, but I saw this poem and asked him if he'd come to visit Book Readers Heaven more often! He Agreed! Way Cool, Regis, Thank you Soooooo Much! See ya back soon!