Haunting notes reverberate off the Cellar's walls. One by one, tables quiet until the entire bar is silent.
The man on stage captivates with the music coming from a wooden flute. Nothing moves but his fingers and head. He, too, is entranced.
"My music is from my heart and in my soul. I don't make the sounds in the flute. I give breath to the music [with]in the flute," he says.