His mind

I never heard the sound of his guitar
nor emotions in his voice.
Not even his smile was pure,
he hid behind it, not showing
a part of his soul.
He's look was telling the truth
eyes were telling the stories he could not.
His sorrow he keep, not sharing with anyone
running away from reality.
He's eyes are changing from day to day,
not even him believe them anymore
He's not the person he used to be.
She destroyed the notes who were a part
of he's melody.
She disturbed his mind,
locked inside of it and
threw the key.

(This was written by my best friend, i translated it to english, she unfortunately don't have account for this website, i thought i should share it with you because its a really beautiful poem)