Poem: Girl Playing Music in the Alley

The melancholy chords
Of a lone guitar echo
Down an empty corridor
Strummed by a girl sitting
On an old stoop surrounded
By the garbage of the street
Playing beautiful sadness

Poem: Music

Fingers flitting on
Like birds soaring on the air
Producing music

Poem: Guitar Strings

As her fingers walk along the strings
Her hand picking at them at time
She tries to catch the vibration
Of the universe in her strumming
Riding a wave emotion straight through
The defenses of those listening