let lemons be angry

Lena had her Moment, and I had something similar this weekend.

I was waiting at the traffic junction to cross over to taka and a trumpet started playing. There was no flair, no style, no accompaniment of electric drumbox or keyboard strings, just a trumpet and a straight melody blaring out note by note. A few of us at the traffic light turned and saw that it was a busker in a wheelchair. As the tune unravelled itself it was this song:

Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me any more

Why do the birds go on singing
Why do the stars glow above
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

He sounded like a prophet, and we were the masses hurrying on in things we know aren't important to begin with. I couldn't look at him anymore, or walk to him like another passerby did. I stood there quite still for a while, and tried to understand my sudden sadness.