Street Musicians' Serenade
Reflection
In the quiet alley, a gathering of souls,
Six men, united by their art, their roles.
With instruments in hand, they weave a spell,
Their music echoes, a story to tell.
Their faces weathered, worn by time,
Their eyes, a window to their rhyme.
The table, a stage, a platform high,
Their music, a bridge, to the passerby.
In this fleeting moment, they are free,
Their art, a reflection, of their humanity.