I AM A BUSKER
Every now and then I come across poetry about busking or about musical saw playing. This time a poem was sent to me. And not only was it sent to me, but it was writen especially with me in mind!
I AM A BUSKER/Janina Jayme
I AM A BUSKER..WITHIN MY HEART AND SOUL..TO BUSKER OR NOT..ONLY ONE WAY TO GO…
FOR BUSKERING I WAS BORN TO SHARE THE SPIRIT OF MY BEING…CLOSE MY EYES..CREATE
MY MUSIC..SOUND OF MELODIES HEALING..HEALING ALL THE ILLS AROUND..SMILING FACES
ABSORB MY SOUNDS..TO BRING ABOUT ANOTHER STORY….GROWING FROM MY SAW OF GLORY..
HUSTLE,BUSTLE, I’LL KEEP ON PLAYING…OH GLORIOUS SAW IN VOICE YOU’RE SAYING…TO WARM
AND TOUCH MY HUMANITY…WITH NOT A TWINGE OF VANITY…I THANK THE HEAVENS FOR EVERY
MORN…FOR EACH BUSKING DAY THAT IS BORN…
(written especially for Natalia Paruz from Janina Jayme)
Photographer: © Arianys Wilson Photography
Taken at the Queensboro Plaza subway station last week, as part of the Queens Art Express
Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, Janina for the beautiful poem, and Arianys for the beautiful photo!