On the way to Chinatown from Trafalgar Square I heard a violin sound but I couldn’t find the source. I kept looking and there it was. I saw an old man in his wheelchair, playing his violin. It was beautiful but kinda sad, the song. Most people were just passing him by quickly. A few were giving him a penny or two. And me, I just watched him from a far and walked pass him and take a picture of him took some money he earned that day, secretly, not even looking through the view finder, in a split of second.