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Piano Player Song

Updated on March 27, 2014

In the master bedroom, warm sunlight streams through the glass sliders. He sits down on the soft, padded, black stool. Placing his fingers lightly on the familiar ivory keys, he looks outside at the pumpkin-colored berm with waves of grassy, wind-blown green.

Music unfolds: tender minor keys, simple sounds, all grow passionate, flowing from a mysterious place, deep, unseen.

Notes, harmony, melody, mix with the rhythm of a pale-blue sky, undulating with puffy clouds, frog choruses, avian sonatas. And three wild turkeys waddle, preen.

Making music a powerful life mosaic that colors and fills, the piano player just keeps tickling the ivories. Time stands still.

On another day, in another time, he sits on a round, brown oak stool at an ancient, scarred upright piano.

As his eyes drift to the senior audience deeply engrossed in a potluck Valentines’ dinner, he plucks out a honky-tonk number, which parades, struts, shimmers.

The old creaking song morphs into rocking, boogie-woogie jazz that dances, drives, glimmers.

Some seniors applaud; others oblivious hang around. But the piano player doesn’t mind. His fingers continue to embrace the cool, black and white comfort of living, resonating sounds.

Then silence but only a spot. The piano player changes up with a sweet ballad: a bluesy, summertime tune rich, lazy, hot.

On a Sunday in May, he feels a little dizzy from the winding, serpentine road to the Oregon Caves. Parking his black, Hyundai Sonata, he walks up the narrow mountain road to the quaint, log-framed Chateau, surrounded by massive towers of green.

The mountain air is cool, invigorating, musty. One can hear gentle nature music streaming from a waterfall, misty, gutsy.

Entering the Chateau, past the beckoning, smoky fireplace, he sits on a shiny bench at the Kawai grand piano. Removing the red felt from the glistening keyboard, he plays warm love songs.

Some tourists, hikers, visitors are drinking a little wine. Others stop over to place a tip in his brandy snifter sparkling fine.

In quiet, smiling contemplation, he simply allows the music to flow free.

Rich, major 7th chords remind him of sunshine; wild grass and trees; potluck dinners; honky-tonk dance halls; boogie-woogie jazz; love-smiles; avian sonatas; turkeys that preen.

Today and every day, it feels so good to live this song, like grassy waves of wind-blown green.

Piano Man


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    • WiccanSage profile image

      Mackenzie Sage Wright 4 years ago

      One of my favorite songs, ever, and this is such an awesome tribute to Billy Joel & this song. Thank you so much for sharing, I really loved this.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      A beautifully written ode to the piano. Thank you. Jamie

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      Victoria Lynn 4 years ago from Arkansas, USA

      Your writing was beautiful on this. The piano is beautiful. I play as a hobby. I wish I was good enough to play whatever I wanted. I love Billy Joel's "Piano Man." Great hub. Sharing it!

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      Gary Eby 5 years ago from Cave Junction, Oregon

      I appreciate your comments and your interest in my work. Here's to walking in the Light.....Gary.

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      Ruchira 5 years ago from United States

      playing any musical instrument is so soothing. Piano is a wonderful instrument. my kid used to play this instrument but gave up and switched to guitar. let's hope he sticks to that.

      beautiful hub, gary :) my many votes and beautiful

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      VioletSun 5 years ago from Oregon/ Name: Marie

      Gary, Your poem gave me vivid visuals and the feeling of passion for the piano and it's songs. Beautiful. Enjoyed the Youtube with the lyrics. Good to have you back! I must write a hub myself one of these days. :)

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      Gary Eby 5 years ago from Cave Junction, Oregon

      Sky9106: Glad you liked my poem. It's about Billy and my own love for playing the piano. Blessing back to you. Peace and Light...Gary.

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      Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

      Well you went away with Billy. Great piece, I have him all over my work. I love don't go changing.

      Thanks for sharing glcoach.