It was but a faded sound in the distance to start but as it drew near he touched my soul.
He sang to me and his soothing melody brought me back to younger days when life seemed simple and I ruled my world.
He sang to me and chiseled away my tough façade constructed brick by brick with my own cynical hands.
He sang to me and I gasped as he loosened the stranglehold of fear that had been suffocating me.
He sang to me and forced me out of my comfort zone as I lifted my gaze to admire the source of this infectious, penetrating voice.
He sang to me, engaged my soul and entertained my spirit but the moment was fleeting.
I reached out for him as his voice began to fade away, placed loose change in his cup and whispered thank you before he advanced to the next subway car.
He sang to me.
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