Busker Song

The streets were bustling in the afternoon As the constant buzzing embraced me Whether I played under the sun or moon Or near the station or a shade tree Strumming through glasses and silver spoons Or loose trash and crumbling walls I sang around a hundred tunes Barely acknowledged at all Then after a while, the noise subsided Leaving my chords to be carried by the wind And cut through the park with the gilded leaves Chill relieves Reaching a few curious ears Synchronizing the melody Everywhere Later night time came and the signs were lit Could have been a street or a small square A concrete stage, with a different beat Blurry faces with no attention to spare Finding it hard to play with cold fingers Stomping my feet on the filthy ground Trying to resist as the discomfort lingers Hoping the sound keeps my mind bound As I was about to go, the noise subsided Leaving the rhythm to echo over And expand in a vibrating effortless weave Chill upheave Reaching a few tired ears Synchronizing the harmony Anywhere