Maruti Naik

Jun 1, 2019

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Piano Man

Photo by Tadas Mikuckis on Unsplash

ignored,
like a piano player,
in a tony club,
invisible,
a voice drowned by conversation,
the crowd indifferent to his exertions,
deaf to the twinkling ivory.

then there is always this one patron,
who raises her glass,
with a fleeting smile,
acknowledges a memory rekindled,
sometimes a tear rolls down,
of joy or sadness, hard to tell,
encouragement all the same.

some days i am that patron,
on most I am that piano man.