Thank You For The Music....a short story by jude kyrie

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.
I was an accident
a beautiful one
but still an accident

Her father was a control freak
all he could see was her career.
After my parents met
it was something
perhaps love at first sight.
I like to think love anyway.

They slept together
on a bench on a New York rooftop.
After his performance at a rave
I guess you could say
that's where I really came in.

Her father was angry at her.
For getting pregnant
With the issue of a rock band member.
He took her far away from him.
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 said she was pregnant
her father said it must be adopted.
I became an IT instead of 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 crying into the street
and a bike courier hit her hard.
She lay unconscious.
The ambulance took her to hospital.
And I was born.

But her father
I still cannot call him grandfather.
Forged her name on adoption papers.
when she woke up in the hospital
he said the baby was lost.
that I did not make it.

I was put in the Catholic orphanage.
I never got adopted
I guess I was a bit too weird for that.

I heard music everywhere
in the whispering grass
the street
In the wind.

And I knew somehow
She was somewhere out there.
I knew I had a Mom.
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 Julliard.
They took me in.
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.
that's my son.

at Julliard, I wrote a symphony.
it was put forward to play
in the central park for best
new young composers.

The moon played
its musical magic
 loud that night
The park was full
and she was playing
the concert piano.
It was so beautiful.

When my music played
it awakened something in her heart
I could see her feeling it
she felt me.
I could see it.
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.