A Solitary Song
A Love Poem
I had a dream last night,, My poems become songs, A symphony of words, a chorus of emotions, Millions of people sing my songs, Their voices rising like a tidal wave of sound, But I pass them indifferently, Lost in the silence of your absence.
Your absence an echoing void, And then I meet a singer, A lone troubadour of the streets, Away from the crowd, Far from people, Invisible to the rushing world.
He plays his piece, A melody of longing and heartache, For a few dollars, His music a humble offering, As the crowd of walking trench coats Hurry past, oblivious to his artistry, Their boots pound on on the sidewalk, A cacophony of indifference, Way louder than his nameless song.
Yet he sings on, undeterred, Pouring his soul into the night, A solitary note in the city’s endless absurdity.
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