The Street Musician
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The Street Musician
‘I am blind,’ says the minstrel,
‘but I can see the notes in my mind
as my fingers strum and pluck the strings
so as for my ears to hear them sing.’
I feel the rush as the vibrations resonate
from the wooden instrument to fill the gap
between me and the guitarist on the sidewalk.
I feel alone in the gathered crowd
but find comfort in their company
as we listen to the musician buskering.
“How much,” I ponder as I look into the case
containing worn coins and crumpled bills,
“Is this entertainment worth?”
Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2023
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