Here’s a little something for Sonya’s Three Line Tales!
There were only three voices Seamus could hear now: his own, his fiddle’s and the sound of the sea as it washed over him, telling the secrets of the sky and the deep.
“I’m just a poor fiddle player,” Seamus would say to the tourists on the ship when they stayed to listen to his song unveiling secrets of their hearts.
Yet it was just one song, one tune, only one secret he knew: a hidden kingdom unknown to many who listened but could not hear.
This Jolly Beggar 