glad they let him play

I was buy­ing too many 4 dol­lar sum­mer-weath­er tops at a thrift store today. 

All the while some­one was play­ing in­tri­cate and high­ly-skilled clas­si­cal pi­ano pieces on a com­plete­ly crap­pyass standup piano. 

Still,
the mu­sic was beautiful,
romantic,
stirring. 

I went to see who it was and it was a black man about my age who looked like he was ab­solute­ly starv­ing to death,
clear­ly homeless. 

I was struck,
and still am today,
by how im­me­di­ate it would be for so many (all of us?) to dis­miss him ut­ter­ly when he had more tal­ent and skill than prob­a­bly every­body there combined. 

Any­way, thank you, Stranger. 

I can still hear your mu­sic in my head and it’s beautiful.
 
 

—lau­ra hohlwein

Flom­mist Lau­ra Hohlwein is a con­tem­po­rary ab­stract sur­re­al­ist. Copy­right © 2016 Lau­ra Hohlwein. Foto by mehallo.

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