The Majors & Minors

They say,
Majors bring joy and the minors bring grief and tears
Both the children of the same parent, the Music!
I sit here by the sides of these busy streets,
Looking at the faces of these civilized people,
And i can hear the music playing right out of their faces
A major here and a minor there... 

 Wrinkled faced, tanned and painted in mud
With eyes bright like the Sun,
Patchy clothes and an unnamed hair cut,
Caring less about the looks he walks with the bright smile
A Major i say!

Well groomed, with lips shining in the Red
Elegance in her walk,
With eyes often looking at the time on her hands,
Love with time may be, i wondered...
Its no ramble, but a run made to look like a stroll,
A Minor i say!

This world my friend is a tune dissected into Majors and Minors,
And i say these chords are naked,
They dont need clothing for they represent the beauty
Which ought to be seen with the eyes of an artist,
For lust doesnt make its home in an artists eye!

Who am i? I am but a poor poet holding an old guitar,
Making my way back to the place where i belong!
Trying to convince the Majors, Minors and The Words to live like siblings, Now and Forever! As i walk this street,
Before i am gone...