The piano man drew me in
With the sweet lullaby he played as a backdrop
To the swift movement of the herds of people.
I sat, thankful for this music
And it’s transformation of this place and space.
The man next to me invited piano man
To play Sounds of Silence
And with that, also invited friendship.
Sitting side by side, we were now joined
Together by our love for this music, for this moment.
His kind face and wise eyes
Turned to me and offered his story to me,
A story of love and loss and cycles
Returning here again with his wife, Mary
Ready to face the truth, together:
He and Mary, married 54 years
With 8 children, 30 grandchildren
77 and 74 years young
Not a perfect marriage, he offered.
And what is? we laughed.
He, a musician himself
Playing lead guitar in a band with 3 of his children
His drummer daughter, with 5 children of her own
“It’s getting harder for us to play…what, with life” he murmured.
“And we’ve had such fun.”
The chorus of his story,
“Life’s been good.
We’ve done good.
The kids are good.
We’ll be okay.”
With the in-between sounds of silence
That his soul so clearly sang, and which spoke so much.
And as I rose to slip back into the herds,
“And your first name?” he wondered.
“Amy”, I offered.
“Yes, and mine is Roy.”