The Music

He is a young man grasping his guitar without knowing what to do. His hands are curious, his mind races. He touches it gently to understand its structure. The strings are so random, he has no clue how to play but he strums as if he is seasoned. His desire to learn is as heated as the flames of a winters fire. By the point of view he must learn to play in order to search for a piano to accompany the song of his life. Watching his father he has learned what all young men seek. His father gifted him this guitar long ago and it remained in waiting till ready for his first note to be played.

In the summer of a year that he has long forgotten, a girl came into his shadow. As he turned, hoping to see her struggling with a piano he could not help but notice she also was holding a guitar. He looked into her despondent eyes trying to conceive her guitar. He does not understand why her piano was so heavy. He could not help but notice her piano seemed weathered and ridden with cracks and dents. The keys were stained of time and only a few notes would play. She to had no clue why her guitar was so difficult to learn.

She eventually learned to pick out a jingle here and there with her out of tune strings as he struggled to find the first note. He was equally dumbfounded by her inability to play the same note on her piano that he would repeatedly pluck. With moments passing like seconds on the face of the clock they both bang and strum away hitting the right notes every once in a while. She learned to control her fingers as she rested them so carefully on the black and white keys. After a few wild chaotic attempts they decided to stop. She would turn to help him with his guitar and he learned that a good sound can come from a quiet moment.

With her busted piano and his rough around the edges guitar playing they began to strum a song of life together. He closed his eyes to absorb the sweet sound of her piano skill as they became more and more beautiful. He knew he could not get through a single verse with her playing the guitar the way she did. Now the hour had arrived for them to demonstrate their abilities to those standing close. Her piano and his guitar make a few moments of magic that captivate those close. At the end of the performance they lay their guitars down and they hear cries of shame of those close. Their faces covered they run away. No one could ever understand why her piano sounded so much like a guitar and why her guitar sounded exactly like a piano. They knew in their hearts they could play the song of life but in the ears of the close it sounded so horrible. Not even a song at all, not a note in tune. If you listen close you can still hear them playing their song and somehow managing to be highly proud of the music.