Made for the monster
Played by the pauper
Aged by the sage
Loved by the lunatic
-it's neck broken by the *******.

Played before kings,
Sang shivers and dreams,
Was a woman
a lover
a poet
a thing...

Now waits
mounted
on a poor man's wall,
For a master
to recall:
the hidden,
the mystery,
the music-
its all in all.