Weaving magic

A guitar plays
A somber tune
In a smoke filled
Darkened room

Mostly goes unheard
To the tuned out crowd
Flipping through phones
Drunks clanking bottles loud

But the music
Weaves it's magic
Slinks it's way to listening ears
To make something happen

He finds those
Receptive to his art
And starts
Pulling strings at their hearts

You see the music
Never gives up
No matter the obstacles
For ya never know who you gonna touch