As nimbly as his fingers race across the piano keys
my thoughts race from the present to the past
and return to the unsmiling face,
hearing in his head the music
that he so magically renders
for those of us who care to hear
and smile in pleasure and recognition.
I wonder if he will find the harmony that
so eludes ambitious minds and avaricious souls
and hear the magic of the Universe ---
the starlit nights,the whispering leaves
the eternal rocks,the grains of sand ---
and touch the calm within.
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