fantastic poem man... I like the raw feeling you get when reading it. it's very real.. not brilliant in like pentameter or form, but I never cared for that english bull**** anyways. that's why I like it so much. great analogy with the empty streets. I feel like the guy in the streets is me...
well done and keep it up,
if there is a gap between the finite (us) and the infinite, music at least makes one believe not only that there is an infinite, but that he can reach it -- for he can feel it. fire, bliss, and conviction are the plants arising from seeds of music. music is a beautiful, beautiful thing.