Earlier than usual.

Musician

His fingers were a trick of the light and altogether
everything his parents could want. The banjo
would twang to him its four-stringed passion, cracking
and splintering for love of him and competition.
It would have done anything he asked, or so we're told:
he chose his own switch when it didn't happen like that.

He switched banjo for bouzouki when choices became
movable and real. It feeds his yearning for the natural.
We hear half-truths of regret in the notes. He bears no
obvious scars, but wears his hair long and black
all down his back. It catches the light and hides his face;
at once performance and everything that's not.