The busker stands upon  a busy street.
With a guitar case laid out in front.
As the busker sings, while playing on guitar and heart strings.
Not asking just hoping passers-by will stay for a while. And maybe even place some change in the case.
And yet standing there while dreams and time drift by.
The busker  still waiting to be discovered.
Is yet happy just to be doing what that person enjoys  the most.