He took ....

He took the guitar in his hands and lightly wiped its facade ...
He held it carefully in his hands, like a woman beloved with a smile on his lips ...
He fingered the strings gently, closing his eyes ...
And the souls of his tunes poured ...
Thoughts have gone somewhere far from woeful thoughts ...
He played so that everyone froze involuntarily ...
Under his fingers, in those sounds, joy echoed, hearts hurt, souls of suffering and quiet sadness dripped from his eyes with his sweet sadness ...
Sounding melodies poured like different rivers, erasing barriers between souls ...
And he still sorted the strings carefully, with his magic fingers, and he caressed the souls with them at the same time ...
Giving melodies as a reward to all those who know how to feel deeply and hear clearly ...