Peaceful Moment

By PJ Dorantes, 14th Oct 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Short Stories

The beautiful sound of music was her beautiful muse, the one who made her feel like a better person.

Feeling at peace...

One, two and three small fragments of sounds. Little bunches of musical notes coming from a very old guitar were filling every inch of the big room. Suddenly, everything on the dark room was a little brighter, and the world was a better place, almost fit to shelter all of those young hearts desiring to change the world through art and sound. It was something very simple, almost mundane, and yet, playing that music was something that spoke louder than a nuclear bomb.
The owner of the beautiful hands that were giving life to the guitar wasn´t like those plastic goddesses of the magazines, with fake curves, bleached manes and fake smiles plastered on their face, she was totally the opposite. Lena was a simple sprit whose only wish was to have a few minutes to forget about everything else but the sweet sound of music. Compared with other´s existences, Lena´s life wasn´t exactly a walk in the park. Ever since she was just a little child, Lena had to deal everyday with the ghost of a very lonely existence and all the hidden pain than it can bring. But every time she put her hands on that old guitar, Lena felt like something changed inside her. For a small moment, tinier than the length of a heartbeat, there were no more moments of crawling darkness, or cold tears to be shed.
Perhaps nothing radically changed on the world when someone played a bit of music, but Lena was totally sure that one day, something good was going to happen. She was sure that if everyone something, even just one thing, with the same tender love she treated her music with, then, there would be a real chance for all the human beings to change their lives for the best.