Harmonica

Music flowing
Through sun-scorched lips
The melody,
Almost in tune with the wind
Almost in chorus with the sound of the busy street
The Rhythm
Seemingly melancholic
Strange yet familiar
Soothing yet disturbing
With memories so vivid
It was almost surreal
His eyes no longer see
The wonder of the world
His arms no longer hold
The face of a nameless child
His legs no longer tread
The path of the mighty
The air from his mouth
Speak of a forgotten past
Breathing into the harmonica
And out to the empty space
Where the living dwell
With lives as bleak as his


Jen
2004


was written for and inspired by the man with no name...