Music.
As you've never heard it before,
A concerto for the inmates,
The final encore.
They are no longer gleeful,
Their hope long demolished,
And everything they stand for, gone and abolished.
Life slips through their fingers,
Like sand in a sieve,
Pain and suffering like you wouldn't believe.
Each note a tribute to life and to death,
Each passing moment draws near his last breath.
This prodigy of music alone in the world,
His life dream and talent finally unfurled.
His soul mate,
His companion,
His next of kin,
It's just this Jew boy and his lone violin.