Cello Suite No.1

I took the T from Harvard station this morning. This rastafarian dude sat in the corner adjusting his cello bow while hordes of working people in their casual Friday clothes waited for the train. As I stared at the tracks, he began to play the first Bach Cello Suite. I can't describe how sweet the sound was. He might have looked disheveled and homeless, but my God did he know music. It was like, this hollow, negative space being replaced with something so organic and human, it was like he took this beautiful, rich melody, deconstructed it into its metaphysical parts of tone, articulation, rhythm, and created an abstract tapestry of space and time and sound that was larger than the sum of its parts, that was more than whole; it was nothing short of magical.