I force my eyes to sustain
the little opening they can afford;
wish I would have listened to him.
with the spirits starting to dance
and breathe in the air
and stare into the eyes of
the night, when he made the crowd
swoon over the blues
of his fingers.
I pause like photos
as the silence of the dark whispers
empty streets murmur whistling tones
the haze of street lights
and my eyes have found
it’s all going dim.