cloud-six

Nimble fingers worked in a loving and spindle-like motion up and down the steel strings, as the swell of melodic tapping lulled me to an almost trance-like state. His eyes, normally a bright exclamation of deep hazel, were sealed shut by a shroud of long bristle-like eyelashes. His eyes barely opened while he played a sign of obvious skill, as well as an ability to truly meld with the music. Even when  up on stage in front of hundreds of people, his eyes would remain closed and oblivious to the din around him. It was just him and the hallowed instrument held within his hands. He wore on his face a series of striking and unforgettable expre