1. Introduction

Introduction

We are the Fiddling Five.
One has a tale, a story alive!
The quartet shall sing, nigh on a string
An hundred times over, upon verse we thrive

We see, the first fiddle, our master
He follows the moonlight and rides the trains
Of gossamer hopes and demonic strains
Hither and thither his bow may play
Expressive of tears and all things ungray

Then the viola, the rare charm is set
Adds rich gold and bronze to our quartet
This man is sober and firmer on ground
Swaying and braying with a chest in his sound
Never to be missed for purity

Our cellist, the mellow understanding
Chugging the trains on which the first is landing
Sorrowful strength and a weakness of liveliness
Lowering the lot and mixing the pot
Splashing color on our palette

Our bass cannot be ignored, the bass
The foundation on which the city stands
He caresses the atmosphere with trembling hands
Walks men on the streets, bounces their seats
And causes the town to lift their feet

But the second fiddle is attended differently.
He supports, he stands above, and rarely goes far
He is often found elsewhere, or trapped in the car
Of the train the first fiddle rides
A passenger, a conductor, a driver, a mechanic
But his title entitles him to himself
His work spills over the end of his shelf
But it is only he who can hold it in place
Still, given his goal of finding a face
He plays the game faceless, until the other ones break
And he isn't sure what he'll do when the time comes.

His story isn't told in one verse
Being second is in ways, a curse
But his blessing is his story
And his spell is bound with the Fiddlers Five.




Song: Introductions by Leslie Barber - Mansfield Park
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDCy0r… <- song link