The middle aged man on my street comes out every night and plays the trumpet for 30 minutes.

its 12.30 am right now and he's out there. slow melancholy music. sounds like someone is going to die soon. he doesnt stop when people come out to look at him. he just keeps going. id like to record him one night but i dont want him to see me and stop the concerts mid 40s no idea who he is or what he does or anything about him... but he's out there every night.. i feel bad for his neighbors. but i think we are all secretly glad he comes out to play music at 12.30.