With a bow in his hand,
He moved from the meadowland;
Barefooted my steps followed,
In some distance a melody echoed.
The sun, the shadow, wild flowers,
The stream, butterflies and bowers;
The echoes called and I followed:
Its a Violinist, well foreshadowed.
Near a tree thus I reached;
On his violin the bow was arched.
Perpetually an artist’s inspiration;
He has to be the poet’s ambition.
“If you come, come by twilight
On a condition of eternal delight,
For ever and ever you are scribed.”
This is what the melody described.