While I was ruminating on such matters, I heard the sweet sounds of a guitar coming from the middle of the tram, and I mustered up the nerve to talk to the person next to me. I said to the man, on my left, with the gentle New Zealand accent, how refreshing it was to hear live music on the tram whilst rumbling home. Normally you just hear the quick bursts of sound emanating from the street, from the buskers, as you go past at the city stops. The man sitting next to me, replied that it's quite normal in Rome, Italy to have buskers playing accoustic instruments on public transport, as I experienced in New York.
I fumbled around in my bag to find some change, as I thought this young man was most certainly deserving of a monetary reward. My nattering on about the busking boon aboard the tram must have convinced the man to do likewise, as he leant down to leave some coins in the open guitar case, as he got off.
I wandered over and had a chat with the guitarist and threw in some encouraging words which he seemed thrilled to hear. No matter, what is going on in your life - you will always find there is someone who is much more unfortunate and the fact that I stopped to talk (and not merely leaving a few dollars) seemed to have made his week. Keep going buskers on public transport, out there, you make our city, and you remind us that music isn't just something we hear on our ear phones, as we trundle home.