Thank You For The Music*
A story of chance and circumstance
and perhaps fortunate Serendipity


I was born in the waves of music.
So long ago now.
When the music was faint,
barely audible, almost silent.
I was an accident but a beautiful one.
But still an accident.
She was a concert pianist
very young and beautiful
I forgot to mention talented.
He was a guitar player in a rock band.
They should have hated each other
but then 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 really came in.
Her father took her away
to her recital in California.
she did not even know his name.
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 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 the hospital
he said the baby was lost.and
that I did not make it.
I was put into the orphanage.
I never got adopted
I guess I was bit weird.
No, I really know I was different.
I listened to music everywhere
in the grass the streets inside the wind.
and I knew somehow
She was out there.
I could feel it.
A couple came to adopt me
but I said no thanks
I already have a Mom.
She will find me I am sure.
I became a musical prodigy at seven.
I could write new music without lessons.
I had been taught by nature"s friends
The beat of the street and the whisper of the wind
the rustle of the long free meadow grass.
I could play any instrument
you threw at me.
the nuns at the orphanage
sent me to Julliard.
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 Julliard, I wrote a symphony.
it was put forward to play
in central park for 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 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.
It's me.
Thank you for the music.