As a man I silently walk roaming around the desolated room looking for a beat, a tune, maybe even a upbeat note to hype the desolation of the cold lonely room. I think and think of a tune, a hum, a rhythm, and possibly even a rhyme to get me started on playing on this lovely instrument, a fine piece of work I might say the way it strums through my old ears making every note tickle my insides and fills me with heat like a kid drinking hot chocolate on a cold winters day.
I put my head down for a few to think, taking deep breaths to smell the dust off the chair. In front of me are other people who plays other instruments such as the violin, piano, vocals, and the not so easy flute. I sit here wondering what it would be like to play in an orchestra but the only thing with that is I can’t read music to be in one of those. I then pack my guitar and my book of music and walk out the front doors to again become the desolated silent man hoping to break my silence with the sounds of lovely music from an orchestra.