And twilight weaves its cold, autumnal shroud,
The music rises clear above the mass
Of shifting shapes that form the restless crowd.
Beneath the brim that shields his thoughtful gaze;
His lonely art ignites a transient fire
Amidst the gloom of city-wearied days.
Unheeding of the beauty born and spent,
Yet truth and song in harmony abide,
To crown the night with quiet, calm content.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
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