There sits a man now in the room below me
Strumming gently on his guitar.
He plays notes out of key sometimes,
And he doesn’t sing,
Simply hitting subtle rhythms,
Softly playing his cords.
This man though not knowing,
Has created a serene beauty
That only he and I
Will ever know.
This poem expresses a simple observation about a moment shared by two persons who never meet, but who hear the same sounds.
Two persons in an apartment complex with thin walls and floors where sound travels. Usually, it means too much noise. Today it means the opportunity for both parties to hear and share a beautiful peaceful sound.
A shared moment that only two persons know and only one person knows is shared.
