Street Musicians

They play in the street, at the corner, round the bend. In the rain or under the sun, they strum their strings, they beat their drums. They sway their bows across their hearts, they sing, they do their thing. People pass by, most hear but they don't listen. I take a moment and sit by the curb and I try to figure out what the musicians are trying to say. I hear no words but I feel the meanings coming to me within the music. Sometimes I feel hope, sometimes it's fear or remorse, other times it's love but most of all it's just pure passion. I hear it in their music, I see it in their eyes, and I feel it in my soul. I find that I have so much respect for these people and how they can say so much without saying anything at all. I put a penny in their box knowing that I will never need words to understand what they are saying. Music is the language that they use.