I climbed a lamppost and sat like a gargoyle for awhile and made a crown for myself out of an old newspaper, some pigeon feathers and broken glass.
A slow drizzle brought steam floating off the pavement to meet the fog and the shoes of a man with an umbrella went:
'click clack, click clack',
...and I thought maybe there was a message for me in those sounds but I couldn't figure out what it was.
When he was gone, I climbed down and collected three bottle caps and a beer can that I twisted into tiny strips. I tied the strips and caps and the rest of the broken glass to pieces of string and hung them from my ribcage like chimes, and whenever a breeze blew in from the river, some lonely, silvery music would drift up through my mouth and swirl around my head.

S. Pierce 2007