In Valletta The Sun Shines Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In Valletta
the sun shines
and it be afternoon.

In Valletta
I walk slow and think
heavily.

In Valletta
I see a father hold
the hands of his boy
the young blond boy

In Valletta
I heard the violin-player
play
play
in to the light of sun

And
there were words not
music just
for me.

And
I walked, trudged, walked
sadly
sadly.

And
continued playing the sad
violin
And I felt sad
and sad
though no sun was setting
though people were walking
everywhere.