Yo-Yo Ma’s Free Charleston Concert
I wasn’t there when Yo-Yo Ma picked up his cello. I didn’t see him leave Charleston’s Gaillard Center and stroll into the starry night. I imagine he clung to the Anson Street sidewalk and cut a lone figure in the crosswalk at Calhoun.
Sometimes, darkness makes
anyone anonymous.
I guess strains of his Bach encore still paraded through his head, lending imaginary life to the silent street. An empty school. A sleeping office space. The harsh cry of a feral cat. Footprints of a world-famous musician.
I wish I could follow those footsteps.
I wish more humans would.Continue Reading