A few weekends ago I was on the subway in New York City when a handsome young guy came into the train. He struck up a conversation with me and began to share a joke with me. I don’t usually strike up conversations with random strangers. I do find it easier to talk to strangers because, there is no judgment or assumptions as they don’t know me and there’s a fair amount of security in that.
I noticed his guitar case and inquired as to the type of music he played. He mentioned Ed Sheeran. I was happy because I had just read Ed Sheeran’s story and was able to talk animatedly about him.
I asked the young guitar player to strum a few bars for me. Through numbed fingers he began to strike chords that brought forth restful melodies. I then revealed to him that I write and perform poetry and asked him if he would play some music to accompany the recitation of one of my poems. Suddenly my mind went blank. I could not recall even one of my poems. I then turned instinctively to one of my favorite poems to perform, Maya Angelou’s Still I rise. I had to adjust my rhythms to match the cadences of the music drifting up from his guitar. On that cold winter morning the entire carriage warmed to the beauty of the spontaneous performance. What ensued was a thing of beauty. The guitar player and I made beautiful music together in what was an accidental discovery.
Is this the wave of the future? I may have accidentally discovered a way to merge my penchant for poetry writing and that of giving stage performances.
I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter? What do you think?