A meeting with a sick Roma musician who couldnt get medical help in Oslo, has made my heart very soft, a poem by Irena Novanska, april 2012
I never asked the street musician his name
He will forever remain nameless in my memory
Just a face with two dark eyes and a smile on his lips
Shining with a warm and wonderful glow
I wish you a safe journey home
My gentle friend, the wanderer of wanderers
Your heart couldnt take it anymore :
The heavy mechanical movement of
Playing the accordion all day long
You were sitting there behind the Royal palace in daytime
Sleeping in the bushes as night fell, even in winter,
Using the city as a toilet, no shower for you.
Homeless. What else could you do?
Yet the music came out as a little miracle
Beautiful sounds and complicated melodies
I heard a tango, a waltz and many songs,
Sometimes a joyfull gypsy melody would break out
Safe journey home to you, wanderer,
Romani, street musician, father, son
Fleeing the poverty of your home,
And now on your way away from our cold air
Will God take care of you?
Will the doctor take care of you?
Will the family take care of you?
Will the music take care of you?
Safe journey home, nameless wanderer ...