Drummer Boy

He has beautiful hands,the exact shade of dark mahogany, with long fingers whose tips are slightly rough(due to hours spent with the guitar) and shapely nails . And when I hold his hand in mine,I feel protected and secure and a strange kind of joy bubbles within me. His hand in mine evokes a feeling of fearlessness in me and I feel invincible. This feeling has been the saving grace in my trying times, for the warmth of his hands stays with me like the smell of the ocean that can never be forgotten. Those hands exude strength and I can spend hours tracing their contours and the distinctly visible veins that give them so much character.
But those hands are in character only when they are in violent motion, when they assume the responsibility of acting as the tools of a musician. Like the warrior who lives to hold a sword and take charge in battle, his hands were always meant to be strumming the strings of a guitar or beating a rhythm on the drums. For he, himself knows that it is his unspoken destiny to create music , to rejoice in the glory of knowing that he has the talent to compose a unique melody and to struggle and work to achieve the right to be a musician on a fulltime basis. But till then he continues to create one tune after another, be it in a cafe called Barista, or a Musician's mall or another music store called Furtados, or even at home, trying to drown out the expectations of the world with the resonating sounds of the guitar.
His passion is worth beholding, it is inspiring and I whenever i think of him,an image of him comes to my mind,it consists of him sitting with a guitar or the drums with complete concentration on his face and nothing but music on his mind. And when he has finally succeeded in building up a melody or a rhythm to his satisfaction, a dimpled smile crosses his face that has a glow bright enough to belittle the brightest star in the sky. Such is the beauty of observing a creative mind, a mind that has the capability of doing everything in a style that is original and exuberant.
And I miss that mind today,I miss those hands,I miss that smile, for till yesterday they were all by my side but now he is miles apart from me and all I have are memories to hold me till I meet him again. For I have realised that it is my unspoken destiny to walk alongside a musician with hands made from the purest mud, twinkling eyes dragged from the sky above, a smile dazzling enough to stop your heart and a mind that can keep you on your feet till you fall apart.