When the music moves you...

Today, here is what I saw in the park:

I saw a an older man, looked like a tradesman, like someone who had worked with his hands most of his life, a little grizzled, graying mustache, sit on the wall, his eyes almost closing, looking dazed. After awhile he got up and walked by - as I was playing he said, " Have to go - its too much for me..." and then motioned with his hand that he was shaky...

I could see it as I played - he was somehow falling into tears...

Did not see him after that...