The Street Musician
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 busking.
“How much,” I ponder as I look into the case
containing worn coins and crumpled bills,
“is this entertainment worth?”
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