A musician plays
\nAs people pass
\nA striped shirt stands
\nAnd drinks his pop
\nAnd looks at his phone
\nBut few though stop<\/p>\n
Some money goes
\nInto his cup on the ground
\nAnd what we hear is a beautiful sound
\nA talented soul
\nWith a wish to try
\nAnd appeal to all
\nThose passers by<\/p>\n
But does he really
\nThey go on their way
\nFew seem to hear
\nWhat he does play
\nTo appreciate the spirit here
\nCompassion has to flow
\nIts fear
\nWill I be mugged
\nIf I stand about
\nWill I be late
\nWe live in doubt<\/p>\n
Beautiful music
\nPlayed on the street
\nClassical tones
\nOur hearts to greet
\nBut people just pass by
\nThats what they do
\nNo appreciation
\nAt all for you<\/p>\n
This is society sick and sore
\nWhat are some out there living for
\nCan they not appreciate
\nWhat we hear
\nAnd stop and listen
\nAnd try to clear
\nTheir boring complex lives
\nA while
\nJust listen quietly
\nAnd reconcile<\/p>\n
Share his spirit
\nAlone out there
\nShare his talents
\nAnd be aware
\nThere is beauty in
\nThe tune he plays
\nWhich softens our world
\nIn so many ways<\/p>\n
Thank you man
\nFor what you do
\nBring us beauty
\nSo sweet and true
\nNo doubt its cathartic
\nFor you as well
\nIf just a few stop by and tell
\nTheir story with red eyes
\nTo you
\nOr a cell phone captures
\nWhat you do<\/p>\n
And lots of people on face book
\nSee
\nAnd hear and know
\nNow where you be
\nAnd I lay my thoughts
\nAt your door
\nHearing you
\nKnowing for sure
\nYou are a majestic soul
\nAnd we
\nShould all stop by
\nOccasionally<\/p>\n
Let your wisdom
\nReach our soul
\nLet that beauty
\nBe our goal
\nShare the extraordinary
\nSound
\nAnd perhaps sit by
\nYou on the ground<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A musician plays As people pass A striped shirt stands And drinks his pop And looks at his phone But few though stop Some money goes Into his cup on the ground And what we hear is a beautiful sound … Continue reading