She plays her guitar with all her heart as she sits alone in her room, she thinks about what tomorrow will bring.
If only the guitar could tell her story, she plays as if she was born to play this guitar and nothing else.
She plays a tone and the world around her is no more.
The tone floats and into the ears of the crowd, and for once, they are full with delight.
The music goes on even after she stopped playing. As if, the music was alive itself.
She gets up and walks away with her guitar and in a way; she left them all an important part of her life.
Written by: Deirdre Stokes