Tight Rope Walker

On the market square A new busker was in town We all stood and looked Reaching for our coins We tossed them into his bag We kept looking back Such careful balance While he played the violin Dressed for a circus Calm and collected He moved with out any fear Never looking up The sweet notes rang out Classical talent for sure Right there in the street The image remains I can see him in my sleep Processing my dreams How like life, I think We all walk on fragile space Balancing our fears At those same moments The sun is out and we breathe Playing the tunes we know I'm glad I saw him Inspiring me to rethink My desperations