ON THE STREET

Starlights dance on the violin strings:
Little beads of sound shining in the night.
They bounce across the snow
Like little rubber balls for children’s play,
Waltzing with the breath of the violinist
Mingling with the malts
He drinks as he plays his sweet songs.
An open case is his only plea
Aside from melodies that tug at heartstrings
And sneak into eardrums to abide in the
Caverns of the mind where only feelings reside
And thoughts are inclined to gratuity, outside the tavern
The man plays his violin and all the world goes on around him
And unnoticed by all but the most childlike of minds are the stars
Rising from the breath of the violin and they are reaching for their home in the heavens above
But they can’t quite reach,
Though they take our speech away,
They cannot
Quite
Reach.