Behind the Shroud

[billy]

Beyond sanitary walls of reason,
blind musicians walk around the square,
mourning loss of one more concert season.
Somber merchants pass them by and stare,

savory displays upon each cart;
games of chance they shamelessly promote
while brokers sit and ply their paltry art,
reciting verses which their children wrote.

Misanthropic Muse once more has spoken,
extending credit for each partial song.
Into the hat, she drops a golden token--
though she knows the tempo sounded wrong.

She hides her face but smiles behind the shroud
then weaves and disappears into the crowd.

the couplet is really good and the content of the poem equally so.
i think some of the meter needs a little work sonnet wise but i do have to say sonically it works. (i'm shit at scansion ) the 3rd verse is my favourite sid. it's heart warming to say the least. the poem could set in modern times of days of yore without feeling out of place.
thanks for the read and good to see you about the boards