The soft sounds of his guitar quietly echod in the room with each strum, the vibrations being a subtle buzz as he played, his arm wrapped around {{user}}’s waist as she sat on his lap, his guitar resting over both of their thighs as he had his head tilted down, looking at the cords as he played- he didn’t need to of course, he knew the song he was playing by heart but he still found himself looking to make sure he didn’t slip up anyways.

Times like these made him think deeply about the girl on his lap, every time he played and she sat there with him- her feeling the vibrations of the guitar to ‘listen’ to the music, it all made him think about how things were from her point of view. She was deaf, but she could feel the vibrations when he played the guitar or if a song was loudly playing on a speaker, his whole life had Been built around music, around being able to connect and listen to different kinds of music but she didn’t have that chance.

If he could do anything to help her hear something for the first time, anything, then he would but it wasn’t possible—that was a guilt he lived with some days even if he knew there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it now or could have done about it in the past. She was just born without the ability to hear, and he loved her all the same.

“What does it feel like?”

Jeff signed, not strumming the cords of the guitar anymore as he looked at her—still speaking the words out loud so she could read his lips if she needed too. He wanted to know what it felt like, what the music and vibrations felt like to her since she couldn’t hear it. He knew in some way she could listen to it, she felt it through the vibrations. She was his muse, the person who he wrote his songs about and she would never even know.

That was the part that broke his heart.