The Musician

The blind man taps along the street
Rap… Tap
Rap… Tap
The rhythm of his life
He walks with such confidence, such poise
As his thin white stick guides him on
His feeble commander
His leader
Yet he will never be able to see the snow
Web itself across the road

The blind man taps along the street
Rap… Tap
Rap… Tap
The rhythm of his life
Unaware, he taps a beggar sitting on the sidewalk
He passes on for it is just another obstacle
But then again so does everyone else
So does everyone else
And he will never be able to see the rain melt
Into itself on the window

The blind man taps along the street
Rap… Tap
Rap… Tap
The rhythm of his life
He carries a smile beneath his dark glasses
He swings again, again, and again
And no one seems to notice
And no one seems to mind
Yet he will never be able to dodge fog
On a cool winter’s night