AT SEATTLE CENTER

The day was gray and there were many people camping in the area. But there was beauty in the tracery of these structures:

Young people, out for fun, grinned and hiked into the park.

While across the road a restaurant and it's associate take-out booth stand empty.

The most incredible music blessed the air. I passed sculptures ---

--- And a pair of gulls facing off, as I sought the source of this impassioned sonata.

And there he was. I stood with my eyes closed and felt the power of the music.

In a place where people live in despair and confusion, where gulls soar and scrabble for scraps -- there was hope and power, all because of a single musician.