My name is Unimportant
Said the Homeless man

He sat on the stairs
Waiting for admission
What kind
We will never know

The place was dirty
Inconspicuous
Unclean
A street
Unremarkable from
Any other street

The man matched the street
Everyday sitting.
Endlessly

Until One day the man layed down
To die?
To rest
We will never know

But the man layed down and began to play

His violin
Resonating
Incapacitating
Beyond compare

And then he stopped
And disappeared

Where he went
We will never know
And most
Will never care.