My Heart Will Go On

I wrote this a few years ago, I think 5, but didn't really show it around. Now I just thought it might be an interesting read, so I share it with you...

Playing music in the streets is such a special experience that it is far beyond the imagination of people I've met.

Some people might think: "Oh, poor girl has to sing in the streets to earn her supper.Oh, what a pity!" But they wouldn't drop me 1 cent or ask if they could help me in some way, they would just walk by, with nose up high - or going so deep in their emotions that they get saaaad from sympathy...

And what I think of those people: "Oh, this lady, she has to wake up each morning at 6, in the office all day long she has to answer phone calls, type letters, wear always perfect business outfit, fighting with machinations of "nice" collegues, sit at the computer till her back hurts, then after work she can go shopping and do all the house work, deal with the kids, and if she doesn't fall asleep in front of the tv, then thanks to certain amount of alcohol she needs in order to forget about all her pain and stress, she still can try to give a smile to her husband who just came home from a date. And maybe, as a little girl, she was dreaming about being on stage one day, singing or dancing, or doing other art forms, painting or something the like. But I am free as a bird, don't know alarm clock, whenever I like a place, I just go there, in jeans and clogs, and do what I always loved to. Having fun, giving something nice to other fellows, and I even get some exchange for it... who is poor?"

Singing in the street is one of the best schools I can imagine. Here you can observe all type of people, you can make experiments, learn how to deal with different personalities and emotions, keep on going no matter what happens, and a lot more.

I was singing in Munich, Germany, without any music. It's a nice place there, with excellent acoustics. If I just opened my mouth it could be heard all around the street and beyond. And people were grateful for it, stopping by and listening.
When I got to the Titanic song, I would go "...and my heart will go o-o-o-on and o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on", you know, giving out all what I had, my heart and everything, -- a boy passed by, very close to me, and he put a burning cigarette into my mouth...

Fortunately, I could grab his hand fast enough so he took the cigarette out and I didn't even had to interrupt my song, finished it nicely.

My heart will go on and on...