We gathered at a spot where the ocean meets the land
to listen to the music of a piano n the sand.
Surrounded by nature’s diversity…so beautiful and grand
we felt the wind against our faces and watched the sun set on the water
to the musical accompaniment of a piano on the sand.
Every now and then birds would fly overhead…
gliding silently through the air…
wondering, I’m sure, how a piano in the sand
could make music as beautiful as theirs.
We didn’t know when we arrived on the beach that evening
when our feet first touched the sand
that all the beauty nature offered us
could be enhanced by a piano in the sand.
But that is exactly what transpired
thanks to the extremely gifted hands
of the man seated at the bench and playing…
his piano in the sand.
I have a confession…which to this poem I shall now bring…
when I think that no one’s listening or watching…I have a tendency to sing.
When I wake up, having a playlist which contains my favorite songs,
I go into the room where I write my poems, turn it on, and sing along.
In my car with the radio blasting…sometimes I fall into a trance
I forget that people might might be watching…as I sing…and often I dance.
When I’m in the shower…or, for that matter, in the rain under an umbrella…
with no musical accompaniment…I sing acapella.
I never had dreams to be a famous singer…
with all the fame and fortune that would bring
all I know is there are times…when I just have to sing.
I know, for me, there is no better way for my day to start
than with a song upon my lips and music in my heart.
I use to wonder since this clandestine signing is my thing…
if I sing because it makes me happy…
or
am I happy…and that is why I sing…
Looking back over the years however
this is the conclusion I have reached…
It isn’t one or the other…
it’s a little bit of each.
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