When getting off the tube the music wrapped my ears gently. The owner of this tune was an elderly man in an old fashioned fabric slippers, sitting on a fisherman stool. His eyes were sad but very kind. I stopped by and put a coin in his hat lying on the ground. He smiled and I saw the explosion of sparkles in his eyes. It was the first coin he got and the day was almost over.. I visit him often and his music always put a big, soft smile on my face. One day I will learn how to play a violin so we could make trio: the accordion, violin and the city whisper.