The Minstrel

The minstrel played,

 to gather a crowd

But no one came ,

 so he played very loud

Why did they not come,

 he thought to himself

He pondered the thought ,

 to place his lute on the shelf

Then he had another,

 a thought to think beyond

Maybe it was the tune,

 that the people frowned upon

So, he changed his tune,

 in hopes they would hear 

But no one cared to listen ,

so here's the moral my dear

If you play to the crowd, 

then to them you belong

And the crowd is always fickle,

 so they won't stay very long

But , if you play for the beauty ,

 of the tune in your heart

No matter if there is a crowd,

 the music will not depart