His music desperate and lonely

Waltzed across the chiming squares of

City slick dodgers and men in business suits

Solitary long haired girls in bedsits

With posters of untouchable hero’s and hues

Of the poetry of generations past

Running through their heads

On summer river punts and boat

The splash and giggle of

Dashing beaus and faraway lovers

And waterway larks

Across hedge and field

Down long and empty twisting lanes

Over narrowed cobbled streets

Alive with the highly polished streamed sheen

Down between brick and steel tall towers and beyond

In long lost haunts of forgotten walks

Brushing past concert halls

Filled with triumphant strings and brass

The forever glory of pomp and circumstance

On the five fifteen into commuter land

In three bed semis’

Of neatly cut summer lawns and urban parks

With finely tailored beds of muti coloured flowers

Then back across cliff and untrammelled paths

To sink below the vale

From distant memory of ship and sail

And back into the heart and mind

All from this shy retiring man who wasn’t keen to be seen

But certainly, wants to be heard

From the heart and mind

Of he who brought music to all

But so, few took to at the time

Now a legend beyond his years

( A tribute to Nick Drake)