The Guitar Player

Tuning strings, Giving wings to words, Yet to be set in motion. Humming mild, Melodies never heard by, Ears never meant to hear them. He sits, With a guitar sweet, Playing the music of his soul. Afterword-This is a poem I wrote a couple of years back.The guitar player who inspired me to write this poem is my friends neha and puj's father,Suneet uncle.I dont write poetry anymore.This is the only poem I have written which I find worth preserving.