E GUITARIST

He lingers dreamily over each phrase,

Reluctant to let go.

I approach, laden with shopping.

The sun dances in the piazza.

One blind guitarist,

Transcribing Paraguayan rhythms –

The music of Barrios

Raised to awareness;

Until the sultry aroma of Moroccan broom

Assails my nostrils,

And moves me strangely.

Vulnerable, I hesitate beside the guitarist.

Seated, he taps his white stick twice

On the pavement,

Then resumes a Minuet.

Fumbling for change,

I wince with guilt.

Two pathetic pound coins

To set against this,

A life of blindness.

(Michael Newman)

18 Courtiers Drive

Bishops Cleeve

Cheltenham

Glos GL52 8NU