His First Audience

His first audience listens quietly as his soul spills onto the street
The world breaks around their oasis and sweeps away
Forgetting to carry them along with it
Sitting at the crossroads of two lives,
Two struggles against the passing time,
Two worlds caught beneath the weight of the larger
Grinding against the millstone
Shaped from rough edges into something new
Two bonded by loneliness they know together
Not in this moment, but hidden
Waiting behind the final page, beyond the last note
When their paths will part again

Photo from unknown source (anyone know?)

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