No More Music

As I sat watching the rustling of the leaves yesterday, I came to the realization that there will be no more music, no more sweet sounds of the guitar playing the long lost music of my childhood, no maracas to rattle their little beads to the beat, no guiros to scratch the sounds of the jibaros, gone are the days of hearing the sorrowful singing of the songs of yesteryear, no more to be heard again, the old man with the beard and the hair and the big hearty laugh, will no longer play music for our ears, who will teach the children of my children? How will they know the music so played? Alone sits the guitar waiting for it’s master to pick it up just one more time, the many intruments of joy that meant so much to a man who just wanted be.
No more music, it all seems a distant memory now, something I try and grasp hold of, but the day the music stopped, the sounds of the sorrowful guitar and the pain in the old mans eyes when he could longer play, was the saddest day, not only for the old man with the beard and the hair and the big hearty laugh as he cast aside the guitar proclaiming it was broken, but I knew deep down inside, that the music was gone and never to be heard again.

Virginia N Fred

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