Man with the blue hair

And the white shoes:

As curious as your strum

As sweet as its sound,

As strong as your lavender-nailed hands

As violent as its breaking string,

You captivate our human delicacies.

But it hasn’t always been so;

They mocked you and taunted,

'Too different for us,' they told him.

In their minds, and some out loud.

His mother gone, father absent to begin with,

Left him with nowt, but money for a harp.

'Take your music and your differences

 and leave this world in peace.'

So gone he went,

in pieces

Unbeknownst, to a jigsaw world 

also in pieces.

And while he played his sad song

From town to town,

He knew not, that he was in fact 

Changing the world

And piecing it back together.

Song by song.

To the man with the blue hair,

And the white shoes

And the lavender nails

And the golden harp, 

Who sat patiently on the street corner:

Continue your sweet song,

But know that a piece of you goes with your music

Into our hearts.

And maybe I’ll throw you a penny

to say thanks.