sometimes, days can get you down
living in a city that moves
at the speed of light
we find ourselves drowning
in just a blurry abyss
of work, schedules, business as usual.
and as we muster the strength
to carry our heavy legs
to our next course of action
you are there.
the little tiny accordion player
on the long stretch from the 7 to the F
- your music makes my feet lighter
and my steps a bit jaunty
the acapella quartet in union square
- your sweet melodies & harmonies
seem to cut through the bitter air
the sax player in the subway cart
- your expressive gestures & notes so blue
create the perfect rendition of "as time goes by"
i close my eyes and i'm not there
i'm not with the sullen chinese lady
holding grocery bags of cabbage
or the gaggle of teens, hyper
with energy suppressed from school hours
or the petulant toddler giving slobbery death stares
i'm in that place again
a place where time & energy & life stands still
no, you don't deserve a quarter
or even a dollar or two
you deserve much more -
for taking us into (or out of) a moment,
transcending us to a better place
and breaking our 'cycle' from time to time.
we thank you for your craft, your passion, your souls
your brilliance
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