This piece was inspired by a riveting piano scene in a fantastic Netflix series my husband and I have been watching, called Sense8. As always, I thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
THE PIANO MAN by Carolyn Glackin That man and his piano! How he made those ivories sing! Musicians may not be royal But I tell you, he was king! The concert hall sat waiting Silence, all around Each person anticipating His music, most profound And moments after starting As the sound would fill the air I'd look all around the theater 'Twas never an empty chair We'd rise with the crescendo We'd flow with every key We'd sway to the rhythm and tempo As his music would set us free On and on he played To an audience, transfixed Half is this world Half in another Hovering somewhere betwixt Each song had a life of it's own Each with a story to tell Most led us into heaven Some led us out of hell A paltry fee we paid To come and hear each tune And no matter how long he played It always ended too soon Where he is nowadays, I can't say But he'd be rather old by now My guess is he's no longer with us That's the sense that I get somehow But sometimes When a storm comes raging With rumbling thunder at night I swear I'll hear that piano If I listen real close and just right And again, the music fills me And I swear I rise from this earth And I know that the praises we gave him Could never reflect his true worth You see he had a gift, rare and true He could steal all our thoughts for a while No matter our mood on arrival We always left with a smile And whenever he'd finish his set Nary a word was e'er spoken For we knew that in doing so His intricate spell would be broken So in hushed tones, we'd depart Throwing coins and bills in his can For this magical, musical genius Our beloved piano man. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 8/31/18.