My romeo

Imagine with me, walking up and down the beach, bombarded from every direction by buskers, asking for your every penny, or some psyco storm trooper, 'if you don't proclaim you love jesus loudly..you must not love him' types and drums and angry painters (although there were many good painters) so in all the clatter and hum of wikiki beach there was a man of sheer and utter loveliness...playing a violin...for free...not to mention he was playing quite well...kind of sad and lonely sounding, but the lonely that makes me think his wife passed on and he misses her but has lovley memories of her and that's why he plays by the beach for free...because she would love that...that's the kind of sad music he played. Happy memory sad music.