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The Pianist In 305

Music drifted down all over me
From the apartment up above;
A piano piece from a symphony
Played with care and love.

I simply laid back and closed my eyes
Letting the music caress my soul.
By its beauty I was mesmerized;
Thanking the pianist was my goal.

I went upstairs one Saturday
And I knocked upon the door.
I heard the piano being played;
It was a Chopin score.

Then a little voice spoke to me;
Said, “I cannot let you in.
I’m all alone without Mommy
And I am only ten.”

I said, “I thought I heard a piano live;
It must just be from a tape.
I live in Apartment 2-0-5;
Sorry for my mistake.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do I play too loud?
I practice every day.
I’m just trying to make my father proud;
Last year he passed way.”

“No, the music is truly beautiful;
I bet it makes your Daddy smile.
I just wanted to say ‘Thank you’
I’m enjoying it all the while.”

Later that night came a knock on my door;
I wondered who it could be.
I’d never had any visitors before –
It was that girl and her Mommy.

“I just wanted to say, ‘Thank you’
For the compliment that you gave.
Do you really think that what you said is true;
My Daddy is smiling from his grave?”

For years I listened to this prodigy
Perfecting her perfect gift;
Sometimes she played a tune just for me,
When my spirits needed a lift.

Last night I went to Carnegie Hall;
Got to sit with the V.I.Ps.
Her performance was welcomed with a great applause
And she smiled and bowed to me.

She grabbed my arm as I was walking home -
They had long since moved away -
She said, “You know, I never again felt left alone
Ever since you knocked on our door that day.”

I said, “I am sure that your Dad is proud,
And, if it’s okay, so am I.
I’ve never heard people cheer so loud.”
And, a tear came to her eye.

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