Gifted.
Silver streams of muted music
flow from his bow
as a fiddler with gifted knowing
plays solo to no-one but me.
Notes of piercing tender appeal
enter my core
as that virtuoso in torn coat
artfully strokes lament to sweet.
Homeless and ragged he
chords known classics
with professional boldness then
expertly begins re-scoring keys.
How come this violin genius
hand-strums tricky
concertos in doorways and shuns
stage applause from filled seats ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Thank you Orchi
Was he real? I love buskers but don't get to see them much in the country..... I hope he really played for you Fay.
Ah - just my imagination running away with me Lorna - we really have musically gifted buskers here
however and the image I chose inspired me to write of their talents.
Love wherever you take us! I miss your older poems that roamed around England telling us stories......
I have known many such gifted individuals .. some have clearly fallen on very hard times, whilst others have chosen to avoid the limelight .. However, your observation is a treat to the senses regardless .......... Neville x
Most grateful you feel as do I re some of these homeless but talented musicians who for reasons unknown play only on streets behind a cap or a bowl - you 'll agree tis such a sad way to gather a few extra pennies - - thanks for your ever welcome comments dear Nev..............x
There are so many wonderful musicians who play in the streets Fay.
Andy
Yes I have always taken an interest in regular street musicians in towns around here Andy and wondered at their talent.
Dear Fay I just found this gem. I've come across these muiscians in so many different places playing guitar, violin, pecussion and it is a treat for all who stand and listen. Musical talent is appreciated no matter where it happens, concert hall or in the parking lot after a ball game. I think they play because they love, fornutate for us. Beautifully done dear friend.
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