A pile of trash in a lonely alley,
and music in the midst of it.
I did not take the time to look closely enough
to recognize what piece of music this is.
I did not even get out of my car, actually.
But the music caught my attention.
As a musician, it is a recognizable set of patterns.
It is familiar, friendly, even seductive.
Seeing it discarded like this brought sadness
and even a kind of pain.
Music is Life;
like blood and oxygen,
it is vital to our existence.
Even in the midst of a mini-landfill,
it reaches out to be recognized.
Taken 25 October 2018.
