Thank you for the music..a short story

I was born in the waves of music

so long ago now

when the music was faint.

barely audible almost silent.

I was a accident a beautiful one

but still an accident.

She was a concert pianist

he was a guitar player in a rock band.

they should have hated each other

but that's where I came in

they didn't.

her father was a control freak

all he could see was her career.

after my parents met

it was something at first sight.

They slept together

on a bench on a new York rooftop.

I guess you could say

that's where I came in.

Her father took her away

to her recital in California.

she did not even know his name.

but I found out later

she never married

nor did he.

When Mom found she was pregnant

her father said it must be adopted.

I became an it instead the baby

or my grandson or even the boy.

Mom had an accident

after the news she was

to put me up for adoption.

She ran into the street

and a bike courier hit her hard.

I was born

but her father

I still cannot call him gandfather.

forged her name on adoption papers.

when she woke up in hospital

he said the baby was lost.

that I did not make it.

I was put into the orphanage.

I never got adopted

I guess I was bit weird.

I listened to music everywhere

in the grass the street the wind.

and I knew somehow

She was out there.

I could feel it.

I became a musical prodigy at seven

I could write music without lessons.

I could play any instrument

you threw at me.

the nuns at the orphanage

sent me to juliard.

I was their youngest student at nine.

Then her father confessed

what he had done on his deathbed.

Mom searched and searched

until she released the adoption papers

with the forged signature.

she saw my photo for the first time.

she said that's him.

at juliard I wrote a symphony.

it was put forward to play

in central park for best new composers.

The moon played

its music loud that night

The park was full

and she was playing

the concert piano.

when my music played

it awakened in her heart

I could see her feeling it

she felt me.

She felt my music.

She felt her son.

The concert finished

they called me to the stage

to take a bow.

but she came to me

in her beautiful gown.

she was so pretty.

she held me in her arms

I felt for the first time

the softness of my mother.

her eye makeup

was running down

her beautiful face.

is it ..is it you she asked.

I kissed her cheek

and whispered yes mom.

thank you for the music.

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