Imagine!

It's not often you see a busker carting one of these about the place.
And she was playing Imagine. 
Imagine!
Too beautiful for words.
I chucked a big coin at her and she thanked me but I couldn't look back and smile at her because I'd suddenly got a bit of grit in my eye or something.
But after that she started playing something Irish and harpy and I was able to turn and walk back down the street with no further fear of the wind whipping up any more grit.