Busking in the high street

It’s an unchained melody
Cluttering streets
Loads of passers by
Unaware of the beats
The simple guitar
The lilt of the voice
Some stand and swoon
Accepting the choice
Others a great sea
Of inveterate souls
Shopping not stopping
With other goals
There’s those who love music
And those who can’t hear
Who have, come out shopping
And, they stay clear
Shopping bags stuffed
Chatting away
This is what busking is
Every day.

It’s where we prove our worth
Singing away
Our ring of softness
Hearing you play
Others just chatter
As they stroll by
They think your a nuisance
That glint in your eye
They can never see
No problem I say
Sing out those melodies everyday

Just write those poems
Post them and share
Very few watching
Very few care
You are out on the ether
Taking your sound
Breaching the clutter
Covering ground

Infamous shadows
Chase here and there
As darkness closes in
The light more aware
You are still singing
It breaks through the night
Busking alone there
And it just feels right.