A man and a song once met
On the keys in the back of a room
The song didn’t mind the fluorescent light
Or the piano being out of tune
The man reached out with his hands
And beckoned the song come near
He asked to know its beginnings and ends
Then proffered his inner ear
The song walked between stacked chairs
It claimed it was just passing by
But the man waited patiently well and aware
Which prompted the song to reply
Their talk became long conversation
And hours stretched from that first minute
If not for the man’s dedication
He could not have known how to begin it