There is a new busker in the busy
Pedestrian streets of Faro.
Looks like an accountant on holiday,
Flowery shirt and Bermuda shorts,
Grey socks and open sandals.
Plays his guitar so low that I don’t know
Whether he is good or not.
Slipped him a few coins,
He didn’t see me
Absorbed as he was listening to music
Only he could hear.
Then his family came and took him home
A pity really for he was missed by walkers by,
A man who had found an inner peace.