We Will Never Know

My name is Unimportant Said the Homeless man He sat on the stairs Waiting for admission What kind We will never know The place was dirty Inconspicuous Unclean A street Unremarkable from Any other street The man matched the street Everyday sitting. Endlessly Until One day the man layed down To die? To rest We will never know But the man layed down and began to play His violin Resonating Incapacitating Beyond compare And then he stopped And disappeared Where he went We will never know And most Will never care.