His fingers move incessantly over the
musical holes of his precious flute
as if they have a life of their own
I notice he is wearing a vintage coat
May be to look his most presentable
May be to protect himself from the cold breeze
He seems lost in his own world of music
The flute succumbs to his touch
The magic unfurls as the music flows
caressing and comforting our lonely hearts
opening our eyes to the love still alive
May be to look his most presentableMay be to protect himself from the cold breeze
He seems lost in his own world of music
The flute succumbs to his touch
The magic unfurls as the music flows
caressing and comforting our lonely hearts
opening our eyes to the love still alive
Someone drops a token of appreciation
He never asks for it though
It tries to break the musical rhythm
But yet he goes on without a falter
He never asks for it though
It tries to break the musical rhythm
But yet he goes on without a falter
He acknowledges our applause
with silent words that get lost in the crowd
I walk away humming the melody played
in this orchestra by the subway guy.
with silent words that get lost in the crowd
I walk away humming the melody played
in this orchestra by the subway guy.
6 comments:
nice one. kinda shorter than i expected, but reminds me of "the singer" post tht i d made long ago...
so did u come across a flautist in a subway?
Yes.. but not in a subway...
saw one in a beach...
where? chennai, i guess...?
not all faultists in the beach play for money..
i hope you didnt give him some chutta .. hehe
although u dropping a change for someone is out of question :D
a good one..reminded me of the times when i got enchanted by such 'ordinary' people in mumbai..there is a lot to learn from them,though..and btw,thanx for ur comments on my blog (bahut zyaada tareef kiya hain..)..and the local train is the only time where i am in a crowd but still alone.try to get in a crowded train when ur mind is filled with thoughts..u will get what i am saying ;)
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