Melancholic Master

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. 

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