Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London…
He sang on Wilmersdorfer Strasse, dressed in khakis and a button-down shirt. If it weren’t for the fact that he was busking, he could be taken for any other professional walking up and down the busy shopping street. In fact, he probably was a professional, maybe a lawyer or a teacher, with a roof over his head at night, and maybe a family.
His hair was white and silky, and it fell almost boyishly onto his forehead. His face was wrinkled, and as his lips moved each line was accentuated, so that once you could see the deep lines below his nose and then you saw the valleys in his brow.
So how can you tell me you’re lonely, and say for you that the sun don’t shine?
He smiled at the photographer taking his picture. He looked to the photographer’s left, and saw a girl smiling back at him, so his own grew wider. He came to the delicate melodic part in the song that he loved most of all, and he closed his eyes as his fingers plucked the strings.
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn’t care.
He finished the song and saw a Euro drop from the photographer’s fingers and into his small case, littered with coins. He nodded, grinning, at the pair, and they smiled back and walked on. He looked after them, although they didn’t look back at him. He saw them draw nearer each other, remembering that they had each other and being thankful for it.
He didn’t need to be out there on the streets of Berlin, singing and playing for strangers. At his age, he could retire comfortably and didn’t need the income. But he didn’t play for the twenty or so Euros that would accumulate within a couple of hours. He played for the joy and the sadness, for the truth and the lies and for everything else that a voice, words, and a guitar could express.
6 thoughts on “Busker in Berlin”
You certainly do paint a vivid picture with your words – wonderful!
Love this! I want to think he’s very wealthy and performs for the good feeling of seeing the music’s effect on people. Great post! 🙂
Love this piece, full of seemingly insignificant observations that are full of hope – the girl smiling, the couple drawing nearer. Enjoyed this!
A wonderful flow and beautiful writing!
I like how you get inside his head, when you could have chosen an audience member to be the narrator. Fab choice. =]
This one simple line is pure gold – He played for the joy and the sadness, for the truth and the lies and for everything else that a voice, words, and a guitar could express. -Bravo!