I heard him before I saw him.

He stood on the street corner with his violin and bow, playing like it's the only thing that really matters.

His case laid on the ground, it was open and full of change.

He stared straight ahead acknowledging no one who passed.

I could see it in his eyes. The change in that case didn't matter to him.

What he really wanted, was someone who will do more than leave him change. He wants someone who will stand there in front of him, who will listen to his whole song. Who will clap when he finishes.

But tonight I can't be that someone. So I leave a dollar in the case and move on.