So he sat there at the Piano

troubled and  alone

and yet never alone

always the black coffee

always the cigarrettes

so many words

going through

his mind

so many words to say

so much to play

is it right

or is it wrong


the World at his feet

but he is alone

always alone

the mind works non stop

and the words flow

the magic words

the score

the sounds all work

the applause

its all there

and for him alone

all for him

and yet there he is


alone with his mind

his music

and his painful thoughts






Just so sad so moving, hope you like it too.









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