Reuniting with the old man in Central Park: 5 Years Later

The Universe has a way of rewarding you sometimes doesn’t it?

The tour my sister had for my mother and me to introduce us to NYC was jammed packed.
Alarms were set
Tickets pre-purchased
Every hour was designated
Down to the approximate time we would get home.
It was great for a minute,
To have my days wrapped in a tight bow.
To be free of worries about what to do or where to go.
Yet we moved quickly because time moved quicker
and I felt out of breath,
that I would see this landscape with strained eyes and tired feet,
and I would respond to people “I don’t know” when they asked how my trip was after I left.

Out of the darkness of the arches came a melody that slowed down time itself
as my feet came to a halt
my eyes locked
My breath left my body
as I inhaled in captivation,
of the sound of the Ehru by an old Chinese Man.
He struck a cord in my soul
as he strummed along a rhythm
to open up pockets of my self that have gone untouched
unseen
and unheard.

I had only but a minute to take in what pulled me close to tears

Recorded for only a few seconds, I carried that tune with me across the country
in my sleep,
longing to be felt by such music again.

5 Years Later
I run across the fountain
to see the same man play a melody that pulls my heart strings.
I only had but a minute
but such joy to see him once more was worth so much to me.
I hope to sit there one day
to hear such tones soothe my mind
I hope you do too
Because if you listen, truly listen,
I know it can impact you too.