Everything was possible in Time Square

beyond any imagination.

Bifurcations.

Every time he went to this place

it was a mission in Time.

And the first part of a secret goal.

Like an intermediate

for the Bryant Park.

A mental bridge.

There he heard sounds and listened to the New York style.

And now he wanted to give a gift to this symbol.

His soprano saxophone was ready

from the beginning

near his preferred corner

discrete but not secret

He smiled, gave the kiss of life

and started to play

while he was walking

to spread his silence

in another way

with his human accent.

Free.