Thank you for the music....A story of happy serendipity

I was born in the waves of music

They played their notes in my DNA

It was 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 young concert pianist
he was a guitar player in a rock band.
they should have hated each other
but that's where I came in I suppose
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 really 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 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 into the street
and a bike courier hit her hard.
I was born
but her father
I still cannot call him grandfather.
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.

The other kids said creepy not weird.
I listened to music everywhere
in the grass the street the wind.

In the clatter of the traffic.

The world was an instrument

that would not stop playing music.
And I knew somehow in my heart
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 to Mom
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 Juilliard I wrote a symphony.
it was put forward to be played
in central park for the best

new young 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 something in her heart.
I could see her feeling it
she felt me.

I felt her.
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 hugged her close to me.
and whispered yes mom it's me.
Thank you for the music.