His fingers moved up and down the guitar like it was made out of smooth slick glass. There were no errors, no hesitations, every move was planned or looked as it had been for eternity. The universe moved through his hands weaving music that the ears wished they had heard the moment they had opened. The audience sat staring at this young man. He seemed entranced. A simple smile upon his face as his hands worked. The notes bounced off into the air and floated, bopped up and down, circled and leapt again. The sound seemed to becoming from an ethereal place. The guitar produced the music, but the sound resonated far deeper then the senses could receive. The man looked up through his playing, just a glance at the audience, but to him there was no one there. It was just he music that he saw. Dancing through the quantum realm that music flowed through. He hit a couple of quick notes and flashed a quick toothy smile, then retreated back into that simple smile while his hands continued to dance among the strings. As the music continued to seep into the atmosphere a gentleman in the back of the room stroked his long beard. His cloths were extravagant, which was an understatement. Music notes in every size and color adorned his puffy jacket and multicolored pants. Feathers stuck out of the shoulders and upon his swirled red hair a hat in the shape of a odd shaped guitar wrapped around his head. His mustache was long and outstretched far past his face and his beard swept the ground. Bluish tinted glasses reflected the man on stage. No one could see this man or even knew he stood there among the crowd. When the man on stage stopped playing the room was silent. No one dared to interrupt the remnants of the last notes that had been played and still lingered. The man on stage opened his eyes and he met the strangers bluish tinted glasses in the back of the room. The man smiled wide. A world of music beyond anyones wildest dreams was waiting to meet this maestro of the guitar. The room erupted in applause and lights dimmed for a moment to bring everything into focus. When they returned the man and his guitar were gone. On the chair sat a simple music note that looked like it was made out of white marble sat.
Inspired by Tim Henson and his New Guitar