sitting on his creaky chair
once a masterpiece of his craft
now a relic of past glory and beautiful memories
he hears the music of his childhood once again
loud, clear and unsullied
a reflection of inner joy free of adult worries
unmistakably joyous the sounds
true and unaffected the giggles
the glad sounds
of a child playing in the yard
running after a colourful ball
trying to catch an elusive butterfly
chasing his shadow under the morning sun
and wondering at his anatomy
each day had its attractions
each game its imperfections
for he who had nothing but life
now he sits here pensive and alone
hears the same glad sounds
and tickled laughter
but now only in his heart that yearns
yearns for two opposites
the beginning
and
the end