A Lonely Boy Loves Silence

The wild adventures he wants to follow seem worthwhile to him, aren't they kind of hollow? He searches for true joy, not for that love to own; all the magical thoughts wouldn't survive without romance: do they make him thrive after the rejections, he has known? A lonely boy loves silence... playing rhythmic music that makes one dance; forgetting all sad moments, writing lyrics that are poetic! He has a guitar he bought with his last few dollars from a musician who struggled to survive, and he plays the classic ballads in the crowded square where pretty girls wink at him and teary mothers smile dropping dollar bills in his basket; wasn't he happy, wasn't he proud? A lonely boy loves silence imitating with his notes the playful Flutters; they wonder why he's so close to Nature and its intriguing sounds, not to the humankind he knows so well? Can he be honest and reveal his will, not hiding his grudges and hurts? Has he given up on all, or on some fools?