tonight, new age music

the typewritten sign read CONCERT. 8:30 PM. ALL MUSIC LOVERS WELCOME. i went.
the gate was open into the courtyard. there was a pond and then some steps raising up to the entrance sheltered by a portico with great columns. 3 plastic chairs were outside facing the steps and, on the landing above, a young man sitting at a desk and a couple more chairs scattered around.
an old man arrived on a bycicle wearing a conspicuosly short pair of white shorts. he walked and he was all brown legs. he climbed the steps, went through a ritual of turning lights on, off and on again, opened the panned glass door and went into the building. he went about busily and i wondered if he would be performing tonight. when he emerged from the inside building, by pressing another switch, he lit up the fish tank that had been discretely on the corner behing the desk. in the milky waters, a trout-like fish waves its shiny body gently.
at this point, the audience consisted of a very old man wrapped in shawls who sat in one of the plastic stairs. every other minute he tucked his scarf as if at any moment of the torrid evening he could be afflicted by a cold breeze. two more men arrived and found their places in the remaining chairs on the landing. i cannot anticipate what is going to happen.
the lights are turned off. the music starts but no one is playing. this is no magical trick - or perhaps, it is? - instead, the music is being delivered by the two speakers that were yet unnoticed hanging on the wall opposite the desk.
i guess in india, this could as well be a concert.