Carlos

The old musician spoke to me in rhythms and in voice. The anger that he couldn't see revealed itself as choice; a choice he couldn't see to make, the boy inside the man, as forty years of this mistake electrified his band. With music of the heart designed to light his darkened soul, the sweet guitar sang in his mind and tried to make him whole. But in the end the instrument that opened up his heart was spoken word; a sentence meant to pull his life apart. And there, revealed, the pain he'd kept completely out of sight; the long forgotten boy who'd wept in fear throughout the night. And ever after, knowing now, he thanked the Lord above. And ever after, knowing how, he filled his songs with love.