Violin on Campus

Violin on Campus

By Laura Schiller

Red brick buildings with green copper roofs

Bathed in golden light

September sunset

And you with your grey jacket and pensive face

Sitting next to me

Just enjoying the air of evening

Then suddenly, a distant melody

A shadowy man walking down the road

Playing a violin

Its slow and haunting music

Wove a spell

And we smiled and listened

“He always comes at this time”

You said

But to me

It was a miracle

An ordinary everyday miracle

Like a sunset or grass or buildings

Or music

Or friendship.