By: Amoureax Amant
Someone performed the cello in the park,
which string crooned like fireworks bloomed in the dark,
which string crooned like blade frog chanted on lawn,
which string crooned like rooster roared in the dawn.
Performed when bitterness flew with music,
performed when moonlight slipped into attic,
when neon signs hid in white earthen light,
when rising sun slowly rose at daylight.
People came to the park neither for him,
nor for music that rippled in sunbeam,
nor for rising sun in blue side of sky,
but for beggar who performed cellist's sigh.
People threw some money at cellist's side,
and went with music echoed waving tide.