Crowdsong Poem by D A Phinney

Walking alone on the street
Watching the crowds pass and watching your feet
Stealing glances at traces
Of faraway faces
With their own times and spaces
You never will meet

Stop by a sidewalk cafe
Was somebody looking when you looked away
Better drink up and go on
Your feelings will show, on
The walk home you'll know on
Which side you must stay

Now you close the door and turn on the light
And you thought you heard footsteps just out of sight
Or a voice you recall
But it wasn't at all
It was only the sound of the clock on the wall

Now you draw the shade and turn out the light
And the sound of a whisper would make it right
But the sound that you hear
So loud and so clear
Is only the beat of your heart in your ear

Morning, you throw back the sheet
Peek through the curtain, the crowd's in the street
Stealing glances at traces
Of faraway faces
And each one replaces
And each one erases
With their own times and spaces
They never will meet