a figure huddled
in the distance
playing songs of freedom
and no one hears

feng shui
cannot improve
the acoustics
the words are lost
in the wind
and no one hears

he had dreams once
but now
fenced in by reality
they are
tossed to the ground
in silence
and no one hears

he doesn’t hip
he doesn’t hop
he makes his way
through the jungle
of civilisation
no house to jazz up

so he sings the blues
and no one hears

© Rose La Touche, 2005 (all rights reserved)