The people who climbed on a train in Copenhagen were not expecting anything more than a timely ride to work. Yet the reactions on their faces express that that morning will shine brightly against a treadmill of commutes.
One flute began. Lilting notes that floated inside the car like birds, woke everyone from their own bubble of monotony. There are no subtitles, because music needs none. Smiles and eyes speak the language of delight. Even a baby in a back pack who is accustomed to miracles every day was charmed. A young man tugged out his ear buds, choosing live musicians instead.
People who arrived not knowing each other's names, nor caring to, became an immersion of listeners, in less time than it takes to order a Danish.
Connection does not seem to be limited to great quantities of cash, or an investment of time, or even words. Maybe I could pull it off today, if only with a song while I warm up soup for Ben.
