When perfections means nothing

I was stumble upon seating on a row at Bandung train station. I normally dont even care who was singing on the corner of the lounge to entertain all passengers travelling by train. But that day was so chill, the instruments played were catchy enough to make me move from my seat and take a closer look to find out who was playing such a joyful song.

Taa-daaa... They are disable talents. Ouchh I was freezing in awe. Lord praise them. They played happily and that made the moment even more special. Hey world! We got real talents here. We dont need fancy clothes, shining looks or dazzling mic to sing a song. Simply a true hearted talents who play with their souls...