The Musician

This is Matt Sokol as always.

I guess we were supposed to post our character poems here, even though nobody seems to have.. So, here's mine.

Matt Sokol

The Musician

A musician had also come along,
though in public he rarely played a song.
He practiced for hours each day in his home
but never outside was his talent shown.
He never went out, except for the night
for he was quite blind, and did not need light.
And said he enjoyed the peaceful calm state
of the outdoors at night, then so sedate.
This is not to say that he had no friends,
but in large crowds he would rarely attend.
He dressed in all black, so he would not clash
as he could not see if colors would match.
The clothes that he wore, however, were nice
all of high quality, despite the price.
Along with the clothes, he had bought a cane
to find a clear path in unknown terrain.
His source of money for these was unknown
he had no job, but never needed loans.
His left hand held the cane, but in the right
was his guitar case, never leaving sight.
I remind you, in public, he never
played, so why carry the case forever?
To Foxwoods he went not for social plight
but to play the slots, which he did with delight.
Though other games he was unable to play,
The sound as coins fell made the slots okay.
He had come before, this was not the first
pilgrimage he had made to quench his thirst
for low-stakes wages that gave him a thrill.
He always lost money but returned still.