With eyes closed in the crowd, his mind bustling
Feet around him, hundreds of them, all hustling
Silent as if he was not there, swerving the crowd
Like a moon on a new moon night feeling grumpy, feeling proud.
He was too good too long in his talent
His experience covering up his effort even when it was most blatant.
One fine night, someone caught up his theft
Stunned he was, his mouth gaped.
He asked the genius, how he did that,
The answer was silence, and a little pat…