The streets song.

The crowds bustle and movement was rough and seemingly random if you were new to the pattern. It was a swirling mass of life and people. One could become lost and confused so easily. A man in a normal suit and red tie, blue tooth in his, navigated the vortex with skill. The man was a successful paper pusher making a nice salary. His success and routine gave him a confidence that showed. It was the kind of confidence that slackens the mind; as he walked he paid no attention to the world around him knowing it by heart. His mind was on other things; numbers and figures swirled in his head in a similar manner that the crowd swirled through the city streets.
Suddenly he heard something that snapped him back to reality. A voice breaking through the crowd as it passed him. It sang an old gospel song; it shot bullets straight to his heart and caused the man to shudder. He looked to the giant advertising screens above and saw no cause for the beauty. He stopped his forward march, now listening to a different drum. It seemed as if the whole world sang the song, though he heard only one voice and he could see none who sang it. Louder it grew piercing every barrier in his heart, failing every wall. He frantically searched the crowd around him for the source of the voice, or at least someone who heard it too so they could revel in its beauty together but found no one.
Slowly the voice faded and the man was left only with the sounds of people carrying on their lives. The people walked as if the business man had not just been shaken to his very foundation right before them. He looked down the road spotting the old stone church he had always admired for its architecture. He started off in that direction, a new appreciation for the structure found. His mind was silent, no numbers swirled, no stocks, nor legal arguments. He marched to a new drum now, though he knew not whose.