Upon the stone where hurried shadows pass,
And twilight weaves its cold, Spring shroud,
The music rises clear above the mass
Of shifting shapes that form the restless crowd.
And twilight weaves its cold, Spring shroud,
The music rises clear above the mass
Of shifting shapes that form the restless crowd.
With practiced grace he strikes the silver wire,
Beneath the brim that shields his thoughtful gaze;
His lonely art ignites a transient fire
Amidst the gloom of city-wearied days.
Beneath the brim that shields his thoughtful gaze;
His lonely art ignites a transient fire
Amidst the gloom of city-wearied days.
The world rolls by on tracks of iron stride,
Unheeding of the beauty born and spent,
Yet truth and song in harmony abide,
To crown the night with quiet, calm content.
Unheeding of the beauty born and spent,
Yet truth and song in harmony abide,
To crown the night with quiet, calm content.
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A very good picture of that street musician.
ReplyDeleteHe thought I was giving him some tips
DeleteMoonlight Serenade?
ReplyDeleteYeah but I think people are not drawn to him at all
DeleteAll he needs is a dog or a monkey to be sitting next to him, have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteA monkey would fit the theme
DeleteLa musica en la calle para hacer más soportable el frio y más ameno el paseo.
ReplyDeleteOnly a few people are paying attention to this street musician's music. Most people are hurrying to get somewhere, and perhaps hoping to catch a streetcar running on those tracks.
ReplyDeleteIt was sad seeing him alone there
DeleteQuè faríem sense música?
ReplyDeleteUn bella imatge d'aquest músic de carrer.
Salutacions.
Music remedies the souls
Deletecreative
ReplyDeleteI hope that he earned some money...being a street musician is a tough job.
ReplyDeleteThe solitary singer.
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