Music For All
Backed by an acoustically arching wall, a guitarist makes music freely for all
Read MoreBacked by an acoustically arching wall, a guitarist makes music freely for all
Read MoreOne’s eyes are a window to the soul
A primary pathway to the being within
Gazing yearningly with or without control
An eyelock - and with it, the games begin
Looks stray askance in a visual stroll
A connection troublingly torn, causing chagrin
Words then tendered; a bid to re-enroll
An attachment rescued with a touch or a grin
Read MoreShadows shall span stretches of open space adjoined to their creators solely at their base
Read MoreStriving to articulate a view with some skew, this time it's about toes, freed from their shoe.
Spread so slightly as if trying to take flight from bearing the burden of the bulk of one's might.
Under appreciated and periodically abused; yet ever so faithful and even able to amuse.
Digitally anchoring each step with grace, they punctuate propulsion in the great human race.
Read MoreA man who's clothed is juxtaposed amongst mute mannequins set in permanent pose
Read MoreCabbies must scrappily scurry - for favor they seek to curry - earning tips from their fares, after weaving to their wheres; and which all might be a hopeless hurry
A selfie stems innately from our desire to be seen as participating as players in the grand social scene
The train gang's forever bustin' their tails to keep the trains rollin' upon their rails
Wanting more but standing pat and feeling gratitude for all that's that
The conductor comes making his call
"Tickets please", is pronounced to all
Each snap of his punch pierces the air
As he summarizes to zones our collective where's
Love and commitment don't necessarily go hand in hand, but those that know us will understand, that for us the words are inextricably linked, enabling a thirtieth numeral to now be inked
A reader of the news is readily trained to bridge towards knowledge via events explained
Editorial standards are a must - 'else into the bin follows readers' trust
By tickling his ivories while shuttling to and fro, a street musician shares his tender inner glow
Somewhere between Grand Central and Times Square ...