Il musicista di piazza

Everyone him knew as the violinist of the square. Lorenzo would arrive every morning at eight o'clock, would lean his case of the violin against the fountain and would begin to to play.

The people would stop stopped to listen, the children would toss coins in the case open and the baristas of the café nearby him would bring a coffee free.

Then, one Tuesday of October, Lorenzo did not has arrived. The fountain was empty, the square silent in a way that no one had ever noticed before.

The residents asked each other where he had gone gone. No one knew anything about him: not his his surname, not where he lived, not where from where he came from.

One week later, a girl named name Vera has published a video on phone: thirty seconds filmed months earlier by chance. In the video one could hear Lorenzo playing a melody slow and melancholy.

The video has become viral in a few hours. Thousands of people have shared the recording and written in the comments how much they missed him that music.

Someone has recognised the melody: it was a piece ancient, a lullaby lullaby from Calabria. Perhaps Lorenzo was returned to home, or perhaps had simply stopped. No one it knew for certain.

But every morning, when the baristas open the shutters of the café, one of them puts on the video on the phone and lets that the music fill the square for a few minutes.