Guitar Man Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

I know of a guitar man,
His fingers dances across the strings,
Wind do whispers, birds do sings along
Whenever he sings on any our streets
As everyone watches him in their surprise,
Lost in the rhythm of his heart.

Each note drips like new honey,
sweet and thick,
filling the air with his stories,
of love found in the twilight,
and dreams that fade at dawn,
Laughters they floats like smoke,
and memories weave through the melody.

He strums the chords of longing,
echoing the sighs of the night,
as the crowd leans in,
hearts beating in time,
to the pulse of his music,
a shared breath,
a moment suspended in sound.

Lost souls find solace
in the warmth of his voice,
a lighthouse in the fog,
guiding them home
with every rise and fall,
every sweet lament,
as the busking man sings,
and the world outside fades away,
For a while, just once he stops,
Silence returns to our ears again.