Guitar Man

He reached for his guitar and it become a part of him, moulded to his shape, an able extension of his large dexterous hands. He sank back into the cushions and began to strum. It was insistant and hypnotic like a heartbeat, and it soothed him. His eyes took on that familiar far away look, as the music wrapped around him and entered him through his pores. She watched, as the haunting melody became his breathing, and she felt it pick him up and transport him to somewhere that she had never been.


nothingprofound said...

This description is so true of a musical instrument becoming an extension of the person. I see this with my wife who plays guitar and piano. They seem as much a part of her being as her arms and legs.

Singer said...

... I also think it is true of children and bicycles. ;)

Thanks for visiting, it is good to see you.

Val said...

I have read this many times, but instead of responding here, I'm going to post a photo that truly is what you describe. Dave would be fifty on October 30 and I was going to just do a simple memoriam for him. If you don't mind, I would like to post what you've written here underneath the picture, with a link to your blog.

Singer said...

Val, that would be an honour.

Much love to you. x