The Musician

I am a musician

Homegrown concert,

Yet nobody pays attention

The crowd hasn't arrived, 

And my music may be hard to listen

But when I tune in my dark cedar green coat

I wish somebody would pay attention,

And hear the things I wrote

Reviews

[Lara]

There's an old Greek story about a guy who saw his own face in a stream or something, and fell in love with himself. Meanwhile, he had a (presumably lovely) admirer just longing for him to turn around and look at her!

I think that story touches on our need to see ourselves in the eyes of another, as if we are each a part of the universe looking in on itself. And sharing the love there.
It's a beautiful thing.
And so is your poem, "the musician". It strikes a chord in me and you have found resonance.
Nice work.