The Street Man (Paddy 6th)

He stepped up to the edge of the side walk and closed his eyes. He then muttered something under his breath, and began to play. He played not for family or any  noble cause, but he played to make ends meet. Although his rickety old guitar was falling apart and was completely out of tune, a crowd had gathered, entranced by the strangely beautiful music that was coming from his instrument. His fingers, plucking swiftly at the strings, looked as if they were dancing. And then, as suddenly as it had come, it stopped. and the street man turned and lay on the street corner.