By Kyle Hina
Silence—a canvas. Quiet as the answer to my doubt and empty as the room in which I sit. Yet waiting, begging anxiously to be filled.
Or maybe that’s just me?
Either way, I’m happy to oblige. Not just happy—unable to do otherwise.
My pick hand hovers over the strings, hard plastic over tightly wound steel. The fingers on my left hand are all twisted and gnarled, like a wizard’s summoning staff.
When I strum, the whole room sighs with relief. I breathe the healing spell deeply, fully.
Some call it music but I know the truth. This is magic.
Music truly is magic.
Yes indeed! Thanks for reading!
Love the last line.
Thanks!
Music is the awakening of the soul. Beautifully written
Absolutely. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Captivating opening paragragh.
Thanks Sue!