Guitar Playerby
parkern7Comment by K3Master: On a late afternoon he entered the room, and smiling at the one that lay there on her bed, he took a seat in a chair beside her.
The light through the window was waning, casting a soft glow on them, and a bird sang a little tune that was barely heard through the glass, but brightened that light just a little.
He listened to that bird, placing the guitar he had brought in his lap as he sat, and strummed a chord that echoed the song. He smiled down at her, the little girl, who had fallen ill so suddenly over the last few weeks and was now in danger of losing a battle with a sickness they could not defeat. Yet it was that she had strength enough to return his smile, and in a soft whisper asked if he would play her her favorite song.
So he tuned a little, and began to strum, and soon a wonderful and calming melody began to fill the room, and he joined his soft voice to it, and began a gentle chorus.
As the music filled the air, his voice and guitar lulled her into a gentle sleep, the pain in her face was eased, and while he played she passed to a kinder, gentler world on the wings of his final lullabye.
