THE MUSIC UPSTAIRS

There is a sound I hear

Above me every night
A wailing violin
Screaming with all its might
It entices me so much
A blind man playing a song
Even with useless eyes
He can do no wrong!
When I feel weary
Going back to my hotel
I am sparked back to life
By the music played so well
It's nothing I have heard before
In all my waking life
Like that devil in Tartinni's dream
Channeling beautiful strife
I decide then to meet the man
Responsible for it all
I await at the entrance
Of our moribund Hall
I greet and tell him
The beauty of the music he plays
Yet I was stared at by eyes
Resembling no man's gaze
He then mumbled something
and hurried to his room
As if my presence
Was equal to his doom
At night I awake at the sound
Unbearable to my ears
As if summoning something
Worse than all my fears

I now cringe at the "music"

That stupid violin makes
Like the sound of a creature
Dying in some lake
I go upstairs and I find
The door waiting for me
And I find the man himself
With his violin
He senses me and continues to thrust
Wildly at the strings
As if the instrument he held
Was a living thing
Then I look at his window
Glowing with incandescent light
But with a growling noise
Of something ready to fight
I implore him to stop
Before the music tears up my brain
I can no longer...
Bear this communal pain
He stops fiddling the instrument
And holds me in his arms
"I'm trying to keep you
From doing any more harm!"
There was a sound I heard
On that special night
Brought by a violin
Drawing me with its might
It drew me to a special place
Where I truly belong
And all it took
Was this violin's song