only she knows the pain that i've been through.

In the backdrop of a dimly lit room, softly playing notes were heard. As I slowly walked towards the music a figure appeared. The music playing louder now, a guitar. Notes played as an emotion longed for. Beauty itself seemed to live in the hands of the musician and the instrument itself. Slowly, I came to look at the owner of this beauty. Casually dressed, soft hair slightly covering his face. Skilled hands caressing the guitar as though it was his child. Emotion from him flowed out through the song. His muscular arms flexed from the strain of holding the guitar up as he played. Studying his face, slowly it started to raise up to face me. Hints of unshaven hair caressed his face and the sharp angle of his jaw accented the emotions that entranced my ears. Suddenly the musicians eyes snap towards me as I realized the beautiful sound only resonated within my mind. As though I was hypnotized by this man's talent. The glint in his eyes hinted that he knew of my presence before I acknowledge his. He stared for a moment then motioned for me to sit on an old couch. Mildew and mothballs covered it. Sitting down, I stared at his face a bit more. He just glanced down and started one more song. More mournful than the first and the emotions behind it grew tenfold.

Written after I saw this amazing musician play at church one day. :)
He told me he was just playing his emotions out and that he missed the one he loved.
I just felt the need to write it down.