Three Musicians

The Harlequin grips his violin,
The Cafe is ready to go,
The audience patiently waits,
The Three Musicians prepare for their show.

The Pierrot sits oblivious,
Smiling all the same,
Ready and willing, with his Clarinet.
He must live up to his name.

The Monk says his last prayer,
He sits, cloaked in black.
The audience sits anxiously,
He draws his Accordion back.

The Three Musicians nod at each other,
They prepare for their next move.
The Pierrot gives out one last "Ahem".
Before they start their groove.

The first note is played,
The Three Musicians perform and smile,
For two hours the Cafe is illuminated,
But the Encore is what made it worth while.

(c) JP 2007

This was written about Picasso's painting "Three Musicians"