"Existence..."
"I find it in the pigments..."
"Of your eyes as they glisten..."
"Confirms I'm real in that instant..."
"Listen... compare and contrast..."
"The moments I've lived like a relapse..."
"Didn't think I lived until we made contact..."
"Trail and error... the Scientific method..."
"You we're the catalyst, perfected..."
"And so you talked me out of my depression..."
"Every moment spent with you was simply..."
"Splendid..."
"What are we made of? I often wondered..."
"What happens after?..."
"You know when we fall asleep to that eternal slumber?..."
"Stop trying to solving this mystery, it doesn't really matter..."
"What's important is we share some laughter..."
"What are we?..."
"We are all just stars that have people names..."
"We have calcium in our bones..."
"Iron in our veins..."
"Carbon in our souls..."
"And nitrogen in our brains..."
"93 percent stardust..."
"souls made of flames..."
"We are all just stars that have people names..."
"I find it in the pigments..."
"Of your eyes as they glisten..."
"Confirms I'm real in that instant..."
"Listen... compare and contrast..."
"The moments I've lived like a relapse..."
"Didn't think I lived until we made contact..."
"Trail and error... the Scientific method..."
"You we're the catalyst, perfected..."
"And so you talked me out of my depression..."
"Every moment spent with you was simply..."
"Splendid..."
"What are we made of? I often wondered..."
"What happens after?..."
"You know when we fall asleep to that eternal slumber?..."
"Stop trying to solving this mystery, it doesn't really matter..."
"What's important is we share some laughter..."
"What are we?..."
"We are all just stars that have people names..."
"We have calcium in our bones..."
"Iron in our veins..."
"Carbon in our souls..."
"And nitrogen in our brains..."
"93 percent stardust..."
"souls made of flames..."
"We are all just stars that have people names..."
The Mahogany body vibrated, as the sound of the steel sings being strummed rang in the hallowed body of the guitar. A song began to form as the melody played danced with somber lyrics at a waltz like pace. A small crowd of people gathered around a lone willowy figure of a young man who was singing to the open space. The musicians eye's glistened as if reflecting a far off emerald green sea. The cold air softly nipped on the ears of those who listened, as the song tickled their souls. An open guitar case with collected snow and a single white rose in the center, invited those who enjoyed the tune to make a small dedication of coin to the young man playing. The singers breath escaped his lungs as it let out a steady stream of notes. A puff vaporous condensation puffed out of his lips as he softly exhaled every rhyme. His fingers locked in a intricate dance with the strings using the fret boards of the guitar as the dance floor. The tempo of the song slowed as if lulling the whole melody to sleep. Eventually the guitar ceased to play, leaving the voice of the musician left alone to carry the burden of conveying the lyrics. His voice softened to a whisper as the song drew to a close.
Then there was a silence that took the stage for a brief moment. Suddenly the silence was booed away with the cheering of the small crowd. The Musician smiled as he slid the guitar to his side and gave a graceful bow. The crowd began to divide into pairs or to singles. A few had some of their coin find its way into the open guitar case, decorating the white snow with a faint glitter. The lone white flower did not look so lonely anymore as it was surrounded by the coins. Coins that were tossed by those who enjoyed the song enough to open their wallets. The Young man thanked everyone that went up to greet him, which by the way was was not that much. A young girl with her mother approached. The small five year old took the coin her mother gave her and placed it gently into the open guitar case.
"Thank you for the nice song....W-what's your name mister?" The child asked as she looked up at the tall young man. The musician chuckled as he knelt down to meet the child eye level. His sea green eyes sparkled as a he gave the child a smile as bright and warm as the sun.
"Thanks kid...My names Tamlin... you can call me Tam" Tam reached out and gave the girl a pat on the head, he reached in his pocket and fished out a small blue lacrima that had the song he had just sang embedded into it. "Thank you for the kind donation... here I want you to have this, just tap it three times like so... and ta-dah! The song will play." Tam demonstrated how the lacrima worked, the little girls eyes widened in awe. Her mother wanted to decline the kind offer saying that they didn't have the money for it. Tam insisted and gave it away without charging anymore. The child happily took it and went along her with her mother. He waved goodbye and when he thought he was by himself he scooped up what little coin he earned.
Tam tossed the coins in a small pouch and to placed it in his bag. As he rummaged through his belongings Tam noticed another pouch. Tam let out a sigh and peered inside. The pouch glistened with small blue lacrimas, the same shape and make that he had just given to the little girl. There was about twenty of these lacrimas.
"I could never break even with these...." chuckled Tam. He knew that it was foolish to spend the time and effort buying these lacrimas to record his songs if no one ever bought it. Often times he would just resort to just giving them away or erasing the songs inside and resorted to reselling them to a second hand shop. Regardless it didn't make him any profit, even so he found joy every time he could hand it out to those who really liked his songs. Besides... Tam wasn't after the fame or fortune, he just wanted to share his music and perhaps pick up a little coin along the way.
Tam picked up the white rose gently brushing off and blowing off the snow that had accumulated on it's petals. He then lifted his guitar case and shook out the snow before placing his guitar inside. Tam closed the case and propped it on to the near by bench. He sat down and began humming to himself as he took out his worn note book that was stained with ink and coffee. The ratty pages we're scribbled with lyrics and doodles. Tam's green eyes scanned the pages as he took out a pen and bit on the cap to lazily uncap it. He placed the pen tip on the paper and began thinking as the pen cap protruded from his mouth like an unlit cigarette.
"What to write...What to write..."
Then there was a silence that took the stage for a brief moment. Suddenly the silence was booed away with the cheering of the small crowd. The Musician smiled as he slid the guitar to his side and gave a graceful bow. The crowd began to divide into pairs or to singles. A few had some of their coin find its way into the open guitar case, decorating the white snow with a faint glitter. The lone white flower did not look so lonely anymore as it was surrounded by the coins. Coins that were tossed by those who enjoyed the song enough to open their wallets. The Young man thanked everyone that went up to greet him, which by the way was was not that much. A young girl with her mother approached. The small five year old took the coin her mother gave her and placed it gently into the open guitar case.
"Thank you for the nice song....W-what's your name mister?" The child asked as she looked up at the tall young man. The musician chuckled as he knelt down to meet the child eye level. His sea green eyes sparkled as a he gave the child a smile as bright and warm as the sun.
"Thanks kid...My names Tamlin... you can call me Tam" Tam reached out and gave the girl a pat on the head, he reached in his pocket and fished out a small blue lacrima that had the song he had just sang embedded into it. "Thank you for the kind donation... here I want you to have this, just tap it three times like so... and ta-dah! The song will play." Tam demonstrated how the lacrima worked, the little girls eyes widened in awe. Her mother wanted to decline the kind offer saying that they didn't have the money for it. Tam insisted and gave it away without charging anymore. The child happily took it and went along her with her mother. He waved goodbye and when he thought he was by himself he scooped up what little coin he earned.
Tam tossed the coins in a small pouch and to placed it in his bag. As he rummaged through his belongings Tam noticed another pouch. Tam let out a sigh and peered inside. The pouch glistened with small blue lacrimas, the same shape and make that he had just given to the little girl. There was about twenty of these lacrimas.
"I could never break even with these...." chuckled Tam. He knew that it was foolish to spend the time and effort buying these lacrimas to record his songs if no one ever bought it. Often times he would just resort to just giving them away or erasing the songs inside and resorted to reselling them to a second hand shop. Regardless it didn't make him any profit, even so he found joy every time he could hand it out to those who really liked his songs. Besides... Tam wasn't after the fame or fortune, he just wanted to share his music and perhaps pick up a little coin along the way.
Tam picked up the white rose gently brushing off and blowing off the snow that had accumulated on it's petals. He then lifted his guitar case and shook out the snow before placing his guitar inside. Tam closed the case and propped it on to the near by bench. He sat down and began humming to himself as he took out his worn note book that was stained with ink and coffee. The ratty pages we're scribbled with lyrics and doodles. Tam's green eyes scanned the pages as he took out a pen and bit on the cap to lazily uncap it. He placed the pen tip on the paper and began thinking as the pen cap protruded from his mouth like an unlit cigarette.
"What to write...What to write..."
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