Ivory keys
Ivory fingers
Merely brushing, but the sound lingers
The crowd starts to sigh,
But he’s holding his breath
Afraid to let go of the sound he has left
Alone with the music
Despite the crowd
Eyes closed but still seeing
He sits up there proud
When words fail, music speaks in his place
It stood by him when they called him a disgrace
Through the coldest winters and the sleepless nights
It was music he turned to to make the wrongs rights
Tonight he shares the one thing he has kept
He lifts his fingers and away he is swept
Though he is gone his music remains
Ready to guide another through pains,
The music still plays, if we just stop to hear it
It belongs to those who were brave enough to go near it