a different side of Perth..
on a cold empty street.. there he stood, with his violin tucked under his chin while his bow moved gracefully across the strings.. he was dwelling in his own world of music.. the wind was his only audience.. and as i walked closer towards him, all i saw was joy smearing over his face.. and at that very moment when his vision turned towards me, smiles and nods were all that was exchanged.. there i felt this warm fuzzy connection.. a connection that was made thru music and smiles.. dropping off a couple of dollars in his violin case, i continued my path..
it felt as if i were part of some movie scene.. i know i'd recognize him if i were to see him again.. but i doubt i would.. the wonders of music..
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