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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was born in the waves of music so long ago now when the music was faint. barely audible almost silent. I was a accident a beautiful one but still an accident. She was a concert pianist he was a guitar player in a rock band. they should have hated each other but that's where I came in they didn't. her father was a control freak all he could see was her career. after my parents met it was something at first sight. They slept together on a bench on a new York rooftop. I guess you could say that's where I came in. Her father took her away to her recital in California. she did not even know his name. but I found out later she never married nor did he. When Mom found she was pregnant her father said it must be adopted. I became an it instead the baby or my grandson or even the boy. Mom had an accident after the news she was to put me up for adoption. She ran into the street and a bike courier hit her hard. I was born but her father I still cannot call him gandfather. forged her name on adoption papers. when she woke up in hospital he said the baby was lost. that I did not make it. I was put into the orphanage. I never got adopted I guess I was bit weird. I listened to music everywhere in the grass the street the wind. and I knew somehow She was out there. I could feel it. I became a musical prodigy at seven I could write music without lessons. I could play any instrument you threw at me. the nuns at the orphanage sent me to juliard. I was their youngest student at nine. Then her father confessed what he had done on his deathbed. Mom searched and searched until she released the adoption papers with the forged signature. she saw my photo for the first time. she said that's him. at juliard I wrote a symphony. it was put forward to play in central park for best new composers. The moon played its music loud that night The park was full and she was playing the concert piano. when my music played it awakened in her heart I could see her feeling it she felt me. She felt my music. She felt her son. The concert finished they called me to the stage to take a bow. but she came to me in her beautiful gown. she was so pretty. she held me in her arms I felt for the first time the softness of my mother. her eye makeup was running down her beautiful face. is it..is it ...you she asked. I kissed her cheek and whispered yes mom. thank you for the music
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