Theater Puppet Maker

Do you come to watch the performance? What a shame, the puppeteer has already gone far.
The man had one arm assembled from wood and steel, with the upper arm
Still bearing scars upon scars.
He carried a divine jar that turned muddy water into clear springs
And a wooden bird that hovered in midair, allowing him to travel by flight.
Most impressive of all were the puppets that accompanied him,
One clad in a long robe, the other wielding a sword,
Claiming to be a court magician and a knight.
He repaired broken waterwheels and musical instruments, healed the ailments of the elderly,
Yet never accept a single coin.
He sat among the audience with us, though his gaze never fell on the puppets,
Only on the children laughing uproariously, until he departed on his wooden bird.