She had the voice
of a broken
cemetery angel,
hands folded in prayer
over a grave
whose name has faded
to the seasons,
today verdant,
tomorrow leaf blown
and gray.
I longed to listen
forever
but at length
had to turn away,
tossed some coins
in her cup, and through
the sidewalk millions,
quickly made my way.
Poemblaze Blog 
WoW…emotionally charged and thought provoking.
Took my breath away … great imagery ….
thank you so much for sharing.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
The first three lines of this are brilliant
Fantastic!