Enter your plea against the city’s
noisy parade
Spread you vibes into the lonely crowds,
Their hurried pace
Their groaning eyes.
Huddle “the misfits” around
you
Safe in your umbrella of sounds
Secure in your universal language
They understand
As I do
That you are a reminder that the city, somehow,
will survive
You are the Sirens of sanity,
The Pied Pipers of hope.
Play on street musicians,
Play on
Your voices are being heard
By those who walk-by
Too.
