I walked down the rocky ground about to enter the Cave of Hope. I glanced to my right and noticed a man pacing, smoking a strong cigar. He had long silver hair and wore almost all black. I noticed that near him leaning against the wall was a black guitar case and a helmet upside down.
I stared at his guitar determined to walk right on by yet something inside of me kept telling me to go ask him to play. I really wanted to, I think, but I wanted to keep on walking. Out of a leap of faith, I decided to walk up and ask him to play. He cheerfully agreed to play for me, put out his cigarette, sat and pulled out his guitar.
As he placed it on his lap I was almost in awe at its beauty. Its wooden surface shined like caramel, it’s opening shined like silver. But the song he played truly took my breath away. I don’t remember what he sang but I remember it held me for the time he sang it. I think I wanted to dance, but I didn’t. I wanted people to stop and listen, but they didn’t. I just sat there and listened to his guitar.
When he finished playing we began to talk about music. He told me that there was just something about music that connected us all. He said that it was the highest form of communication. I listened. At first, I thought it was all crazy talk! What is he talking about? But I listened.
He told me that everyone participated in making music that one does not need to know how to sing or play an instrument to do so. He didn’t really want to play until I asked him to and the more he noticed I was paying attention, the more he played.