“Ballade for a Street Musician”

“Ballade for a Street Musician”

So heavenly, from other worlds, notes stray

in station of the Metro, Washington.

Great music moves along a vast arcade

as people hurry on hear Mendelssohn.

But Bach is hushed as morning rush is on

though Joshua plays with all his heart and soul.

A street musician’s image he has donned

as someone drops a dollar in his bowl.

An anxious crowd walks by.  They cannot stay

to hear this troubadour play Mendelssohn.

That fear of being late his tune allays

for one who leans against the wall, and yawns

and listens to the sweet, sustaining tones.

Then Bell will bend his bow to charm; cajole.

One listens as arpeggio now moans

as someone drops a dollar in his bowl.

There’s wonders to be heard at break of day.

Notes float among their faces, blank and wan.

How busy are the echoed strings that sway.

How fast the people, moving hither, yon.

Sir Joshua Bell, musician; an icon

with bending bow, his violin extols

the sweeping air; his music’s lexicon

as someone drops a dollar in his bowl.


A Stradivari is, to some, a beacon

yet only seven stop to hear the whole

of Paganini’s music ‘fore its gone

as someone drops a dollar in his bowl.

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