Music going all around.
Among Melodies, lessons, guitars, and vibrations
He sits on a chair,
Surrounded by his students , novice and intermediates
Kids; joyful about the new skills
And their enthusiastic eyes.
Master; being with them but far away somewhere
Dissolved in an unknown melancholy.
In an ocean of constraints,
He listens no sound. He watches actions and instructs,
Neither aggression nor impulse
Rests in him now. He is hollow.
He is ready to lose everything,
He is lost.
Though the children are happy.
And that’s what he wants them to be.