Flashback

mumbler walked past a singing busker outside her subway station on the way home today, and it triggered a memory.

a memory of me standing at the corner of union square in san francisco one chilly evening, listening to a lone man play the romantic theme from the godfather on the saxophone. the notes pierced through the night, and even though i wanted to hurry back to my room, something about the music made me stop to listen. music so beautiful and so perfect, yet so tragic that it stirs something deep in your heart, begging an unfathomable question that needs to be answered, but you know never will.