He strided in black clothing across the walls of the city
Except for that oddly colored scarf he wore around his neck
That I recognized him by
Even his hair was as dark as his clothing
And his eyes were as yellow as twilight
He played the violin in the moonlight
Similar to that of a cat meowing
I followed his playing in the dead of night
It was the only thing I looked forward too
He stopped one day and gazed upon me
He spoke with high words, “I’ve notice you follow me.”
He smiled a huge Cheshire grin
“You’re eyes speak more than your mouth, did you know? It seems you’re interested- not in I- but in Jackie here.”
He held up his violin
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