busker(s)
photography by man of aran
buskers in Japan
I work the plazas, crosswalks, of other lands
carry mine in a violin case
as if possessed, I lift my instrument
not me, the maestro above
I draw my bow, as melodies pour out
I cannot help but do a little jig
strings of this tiny string section, I play in tow
you bow, I bow, we bow
people stop, linger, the magic of our duet
promising us a tomorrow
paired in gratitude
I bow, you bow, we bow



“paired in gratitude” - lovely line!
Enchanting