He’s a street musician. Society calls him a good-for-nothing-punk. In truth, he’s worth more than gold. When his fingers strum the guitar and his music fills those dirty streets and alleyways all that listen are soothed and loved; the rich, poor and forgotten.

Some paint with oils and watercolors

Others paint with pens and word processors

More still, with instruments and voices

The reasons vary. To learn, to teach, to entertain

But all of give the world depth and color.