Vagrant's Song

A vagrant's song
if you ever hum,
be sure his chords
would change their strum.

He seeks to play in his own tunes
as he sweeps feet across the ruins.
If you catch a tinkle small,
he'll vary them from previous all.

Why in hopes to keep him same?
What does the world owe to a
vagrant's name?
Swift in whims and steady in blames.

All his careless ease ,
and all his charms,
are meant to leave the guards disarmed.
Eludes the frisk with worldly fame,
beguiled in traps of but one name.

You say you love one?
and not just his songs,
and have dared deep passions,
endless long.

You will sigh,
you will swear
and you will be swooned,
bear scars too ingrained for a wound.

Be a fool or be insane,
or call it gambles of no gain.
You bet your pride, your heart at stake
and no flamboyant traps to fake.

He's seen them too,
and seen them all,
and says none good enough,
to make him stall.

Only if he gives into as he does think,
you could be the dessert's oasis spring.
or the shore to all his seas,
if his mind takes him to as his heart does please.