When artists meet

   Artist.Writer. Creator.Architect.A constructor and a visionary. Mender,builder,destroyer and an average man. Walking down the street. Lights flicker like snowflakes on a winter’s day. Flicker like stars on a clear starry night,blanketing the skies. A blur,a droplet on the street,an echo of life and a loud noise of humanity. Streets filled with life,the hustle and bustle of the everyday rush. People come and go,to and fro,rushing,walking,standing,talking. Many faces of the fellow people soon become one,a blur,an everyday mundane, seen before that shall repeat once more tomorrow. Another day,another walk,same faces,new emotions. There is something new tonight. An artist. A fellow creator stands on the street. A spirit animal and a soul mate. So far yet so close. Stranger but a good friend.
   An artist stands behind his tool. His instrument,his friend. Lost in the moment. Rid of all thought,clear mind,focused,channelling his inner self. Fingers as if they were electrified, channel his inner self onto the keyboard. The keys jump,hop and dance to the sound of music, coming from and through the visionary. He gives the keys life,he breathes the air and expels the talent and the song. He gives his inner self life. He fills the streets,the city with his song,with this life of his and all of his deepest thoughts. He shares it all with people,giving everything he has and wanting nothing in return but to be lost in this moment for eternity,over and over. Creation is what he seeks.To play and be heard,a wish of a musician.
   He plays for all and hopes to catch your attention and he certainly caught mine. Music fills my brain,my heart and soul. Grabs my hand,goes through my body to my toes. I feel the emotion,the sorrow and the happiness. I see the focus in the flicker of his dark eyes. Hair moves through the electrified air. His energy warms up cold winter streets.He is lost,he is blind,channelling,creating. So many people see and notice him while he fails to see them. People feel the motion and emotion,they identify with the feelings and the music they hear. They are curious and drawn. It’s enchanting,hypnotizing,enthralling and curious.

   Here I am,bound,stuck,captured and caught in the moment,in the sound and the rhythm. The beauty is pulsating from the keys,the emotions pour out of the distracted beautiful musician. He is just the man on the street but he is bearing his soul,he is giving everything and more. I hear it,I see it,I take it all and ask for more. I graciously accept and beg for him to keep playing. I have been caught,captured by the man and his instrument,by the beauty he creates.A fellow builder,molder,architect but what he builds and makes is so different. He creates his own world and a beat for it but he does it his own way. I have seen it before and yet I’m awestruck,lost and letting go. He shows me something new,he shows me his way and I am following. I am lost and letting him guide me. I am giving myself away only for him to take my hand and show me his world,his inner self,the way he bears his soul. How grateful I am for this journey,for this little moment in this grey modern mundane.