It was a sunny summer. The city was noisy in its bustle

George was sitting under a tree in the park and playing his guitar. In his hand were poems and melodies that he clearly wanted to dedicate to his soulmate, but she was dead. he silently played the guitar and hummed something under his breath, as if humming the lyrics of the poems he wrote. He didn't care what passersby thought of him as long as he sat under a tree and played his melodies.