?He’sPlayingtheGuitar?
nthecozylittlecoffeeshoponthecorner,there’samanwhoalwayscatchesmyeye.He’ssittingthere,surroundedbythewarmglowoftheafternoonsunstreamingthroughthewindow.Withacupofsteamingcoffeeinonehandandaguitarintheother,helookslikehe’sinhisownlittleworld.?????
sheplayingtheguitar?Yes,heis.Andthemusichecreatesisabsolutelyenchanting.Eachstrumofthestringsislikeawhisper,tellingastorythatonlythosewholistencloselycanhear.??
hecoffeeshophasbecomehisstage,andhe’stheonlyperformer.Thecustomersaroundhimareallenchantedbythemelodyhe’sweavingwithhisfingers.Somearelostinthought,othersaretappingtheirfeet,andafewareevensingingalong.??????
‘vewatchedhimplayforhours,andIcan’thelpbutwonderwhatkindofstorieshe’stelling.Isitaboutloveandloss,ormaybeaboutthejoyoflife?It’simpossibletotell,butonethingisforsure–hismusichasawayoftouchingpeople’shearts.??
sIsitthere,Ican’thelpbutfeelasenseofpeace.Theworldoutsidemaybechaotic,butinthismoment,everythingfeelsright.Themanwiththeguitarisareminderthatsometimes,allweneedisalittlemusictobringusbacktooursenses.????
o,thenexttimeyou’reinacoffeeshop,takeamomenttolookaround.Youmightjustfindsomeonelikethisman,playingtheguitarandtouchingtheheartsofeveryonearoundhim.Andwhoknows?Maybeyou’llfindyourselflostinthemusic,too.????
