Two artists on the street
I am aware of her presence
She is unaware of me
She displays her craft for all to see
strumming her heart along guitar strings,
dressed in black and creating melodies
She carries a small amp in her hand
a burden upon her travel plans?
Would she understand if she saw me now
writing my observance
Would it cause her disturbance
to know that she has inspired me?
Le Wild Poetry 