He planted his seat on an empty street corner and played his tune to an ethereal crowd. I watched from a distance as he finished his song, eyes opened slow and dreamy, as if stirred from a trance. He searched the scene of aimless travelers with a calm indifference, searching for what, I'll never know. One deep breath; a sigh. Release. The violin resumed its perch beneath his neck. Eyes closed, he proceeds. Filling the air with tender music for those few willing to listen. Thank you sweet minstrel. Tonight this song was for me.