11 August 2010

The Man Without A Name | Portrait of Words 31

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Thanks to Thom

He was a man without a name, almost invisible and unnoticed for his passion to play music according to his own tunes. The few fellows, who listened to his performance, recognized that he was actually quite talented and refreshing. But others were just ignoring him all the time. He could have played in a kilt, and most of the people still would have gone by. Change seemed to be out of question, because they were used to go along with the same old songs.


Nonetheless, these challenging circumstances never managed to pull the man’s spirit down. He was always standing behind his tunes and believes, responsible for every part and move, eager to walk on water or even to drive on water if only it was possible for him.


Alas, this state of mind was regarded as weird and obnoxious by authority and others. Tunes that were considered out of context or too loud were rewarded with ugly scars or even broken legs. It was scary to witness what people could do towards someone who was being different. Why so much cruelty against an unknown man?


The poor guy was not even aware about what was lying ahead of him. He would soon have to deal with an unfortunate occurrence. Being water under the bridge, something that is over and done with.


He sure didn't expect that a man without a name could lose his head, just because of triggering the nerve of a powerful personality by some harmless tunes.


But, that's exactly what happened. The man was buried at the border of the city without even someone caring… and soon he was forgotten, if ever remembered. It was like he never had existed before.


May be at another time or another century or another planet, someone will remember the man without a name. May be then and only then, he will be appreciated as someone with significance. A man who stood for his believes and was not afraid to play his own tunes. A man who was minding his own business, but still got on someone arrogant nerves. There will be this time, I hope... or we might be lost forever. Vanished without a trace, like him.

Images thanks to Alice Audrey
Keep a song in your heart.

5 appreciated note(s):

Anonymous said...

OMG Rosidah. This is a brilliant piece my friend. How you weave it all together from start to finish is just amazing. And then the whole point of the story do your own thing regardless of what others think. Do what you believe in comes out loud and clear. This was so well written and you do such a good job. I'm so glad that you participate in this. Very well done. I can't thank you enough for this. xoxoxox

Nessa said...

You story was so good. I really enjoyed it.

Bullies should be knocked in the head. Why can't some people just leave others alone.

John (@bookdreamer) said...

Sounds like keep the records as talent will be seen one day. Hi this is John from Random Twitter Stories posting from my fiction and poetry blog. This was a timely excuse to avoid doing a tax return. Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling is my take on the pictures.

Bill ~ {The Old Fart} said...

This was really good Rosidah, I enjoyed reading this and the moral of the story at the end to be yourself.

Susan at Stony River said...

Rosidah, I love your story! It's one we should all read and remember -- and as the mother of 'special' kids, I really felt it. Amen to playing our own music!