He never sleeps 
Yet, if he should 
he wakes and weeps 
 
Music he seeps 
from out his mind 
in bounds and leaps 
 
It comes in heaps 
through his fingers 
to strings it sweeps 
 
Secrets he keeps 
find their solace 
as gifts he reaps 
 
Through his eyes peeps 
gypsy struggle 
which his soul steeps