Short Meditation on Street Sounds

Walking down into the subway this morning on my way to work, I heard the strains of a solo violin, playing something in a classical figure. Street musicians abound in New York and even though the MTA makes anyone playing in subway go through a licensing process to improve the quality, they aren't always good. This guy, though...something about the silence of the morning as people waited for their morning train, the chill air outside and stuffy warmth down by the tracks, the stone-lined surfaces that turned his concert hall into a miles-long reverberation chamber; all of it made the sound so pure and so sweet that anyone who could hear was happy to just listen and anyone who couldn't feel some sort of tug at their soul is as dead to the world as a freshly departed corpse.