He sat on a small stool in front of a convenience store picking at his guitar, lost to the world. He was unaware of the eyes that lay on him watching his every movement with pure rapture, wondering if she could ever capture such feeling with sound.
It was to her as if every string he picked were the only one that could have ever been chosen.
The colors that drifted to her on the wind of song were more beautiful than a field full of wildflowers on a bright summer morning. It was then that she discovered the melody that ran through her life.
He sat on the side of the road watching traffic flow endlessly by. He had finished his gig in this city. He felt about the same as he had when he had first gotten here.
Not much had changed. His performance this afternoon had done little more than earn him a ticket to the next town along the way.
He would never know how much he had changed that day.
She looked back some 20 years to the day that music held her hand on the day that her hand would have ended her life.
Now it held her hand as her life’s piece came to an end and a new piece started. She had battled cancer for 4 years and it was time for her to join the music she could hear coming from just off this earths stage.
