Showing posts with label busker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label busker. Show all posts

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1130 Violin player on Bourke St Mall Melb

 


A youth with mullet trailing wild,
A cap hung low, the city’s child,
Stood firm where footsteps throng and blur,
His violin his saboteur.

With rosined bow and eyes cast low,
He summoned tunes both fast and slow,
Each note a cry, a silver thread
Unspooling dreams the street had shed.

Behind him flowed the tram’s refrain,
Its bell a chime through smoke and rain,
While cars crawled past in tangled streams,
Oblivious to his stitched dreams.

He played not for applause or coin,
But for the world he might rejoin—
Where echoes rise through autumn's breath,
And songs outlive the hush of death.

Bourke watched in greys and neon hue,
As music flared and nightfall grew.
The crowd passed by, then circled round—
A boy, a bow, defying sound.


Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

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Saturday, June 28, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1109 Latrobe St

 



On La Trobe Street where the shadows lean,
Beneath the hum of midnight's sheen,
A bearded man with quiet grace
Plays to the dark in a softened place.

A beret tilts upon his brow,
Like Paris called but Melbourne now—
And glasses catch the streetlight’s flame,
Reflections dancing, never tame.

His fingers stroke the strings just so,
Each note a breath, both high and low,
A hush between the trams that slide,
A lullaby for those who bide.

No crowd, no stage, no bright acclaim,
Just city bricks and night’s acclaim,
And in that fleeting, fret-worn tune,
The stars seem closer to the moon.

He plays for no one, yet for all,
Each echo pressed against the wall,
A gentle hymn for those who roam—
The sound of distance feeling home.

Sony A7RV

FE 50mm f1.2 GM

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Monday, March 31, 2025

Melbourne Candid Series #1021 Bourke St Mall

 


Upon the bustling city's lane,
Where melodies once soared in vain,
He strums no more by lantern's glow,
His tunes now lost where echoes go.

Bourke Street hums with weary tread,
Yet lacks the songs once widely spread.
The hollow wind, it hums alone—
A minstrel's voice now turned to stone.


Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

Check out Candid 778