Making harmonies

The guitar was busking alone tonight with a smile on his face and 80 cents earned in his case.  I wondered if the violin passing by wanted to engage.  Sure.  My name is Richard he said to Rob.  What key are you playing in?  

When we were all done, the guitar said "it's fun making harmonies with strangers" and in so doing gave credence to the tattoo'd slogan I'd photographed about 30 minutes earlier: (see the extra)

music gives a soul to the universe
wings to the soul
flight to the imagination
and life to everything  (Plato)

Alternates.