The Master's Touch
An auctioneer held high an old broken violin, ready to start the bidding.
He started the bidding at one dollar, then moved to two, then finally three.
With no higher offer, right before he could call "sold",
An old man walked to the stage and took the violin as his own.
He began tooning the strings, siped the bow, and then stretched the long.
To then finally hold it on his shoulders, and begin a song.
After playing a beautiful toon the crowd cheered astounded.
And taking back the violin, the auctioneer restarted the bit, starting at a thousand.
This poem is about:
Our world