Canal Street

I guess I musta been right on time for everything today because I got right on the train and right off at 14th St to transfer when my eardrums were caressed by that lovely instrument. The saxophone. I wouldn't dare go searching for where that melodious humming originated and miss my connecting subway. However, I did pan up and down the platform I was on attempting to catch a glimpse of the out of sight musician. His notes put at such ease and though I did not get the opportunity to meet this man or woman, I knew we would be instant friends. It was such a testament top the sheer amount of unfulfilled dream and under-recognized talent in New York City and the world at large for that matter. I let his soft puffs of colorful breath breathe life into me as he exhale into his instrument. As I bathed in this light of extraordinary talent I swayed back in forth to a song that I knew rang from my masked instrumentalist's soul. We were separate and as I joined into their rhythm with a gentle hum we found each other on the lilting muses of the MTA 14th Street Subway Station. Sure there may have been some puzzled stares that didn't understand the connection we shared. And maybe there was further befuddlement by the lack of an empty hat or open instrument case for passersby to throw change in. But this magic that occurred in a stolen instant was not one done for the benefit of all those around who bared witness. This rift of innermost soul songs connecting two nameless strangers was much like this blog. A message in a bottle that you hope will one day find someone who will appreciate it, and until such time you dance alone in the rain. Uninhibited. Unheralded. And unabashed of the pure genius and love of self that resonates within oneself. Well done anonymous saxophonist. It's a pleasure to meet you.