The man with the music really was an odd fellow. He lived in a cosy house, not far from the meadow. Then i was walking one night and the rain was not mellow, so this is when i met this strange fellow. He invited me in without hesitation, and he listened to music most calming and yellow. He sat in a maroon chair marked with wear and tear, yet where he sat, he did not care. He told me tales of his life, of his family and of his wife. He told me of his joy and his pain, and how he loved to watch the rain. I truly wish i could see him again, but after my homecome, he was gone...