Anthony
Soft footfalls carry this bard into the tavern
You see a violin on his back, held by a single leather strap
His hair blows wildly about his shoulders in a sultry dance
For a moment his face his unseen as he looks away from you
But you catch his eyes, piercing, haunting, seductive
His lips cure into a smile, as if the very sight of you has made his day
A graceful movement unleashes his violin from his shoulder
A bow is produced from thin air, or at least so it seems
The moment the bow touches the strings you seem to be taken to a blissful place far away
A place filled with tales of ancient elves and honorable men
Knights who slay dragons to save the maiden in distress
Of lost love and found lust
His voice caresses your ears with each note he signs
And for those few moments he plays and sings, there is nothing else in the world
Just you and him
And then slowly you fade back to this realm
To the present
And you find at your table he sits.
Violin put away
A glass of wine in his hand
Another glass in front of you
You ask his name
“Anthony.”
He says, the word rolling from his lips like honey
And in a moment the trance is broken
Loud mercenaries slam open the door,
This realm of fantasy and longing of love is shattered
And your gaze is taken from him for only a moment
But in the moment you look back…
The bard is gone,
And you are once alone in the tavern
Waiting for the music to lift you heart again
Wanting his voice to caress your ears
And wondering when you will see him next…