Guitar

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘Will I ever get to be good as you?’

The little boy watched as his dad strummed

the second generation guitar his father had left him.

‘I used to ask my father that all the time. He’d always say the

same thing, that he didn’t want me to play like him. It’s not about

being as good as anyone, it’s more about discovering the inner workings

of yourself. The music will take you as far as you let it sift into your

fingers.’ Handing the guitar to his son, he smiled as his

father once did.  ‘It’ll happen soon enough and

when it does, I can’t wait to be there.’

Photographer Unknown