The Pianist's hands

 

To harm him, they waited in the doorway

Our prayers weren’t answered from above

And we - too weak to brawl in lieu thereof

Maestro said: no fear! The evening crowns the day

 

Which one of us was major, that often was the fray

I said I shook their hands as it behove

You said you were the witness to his love

That’s when I had just nothing left to say

 

But when Maestro followed his own call

You struck them, playing basses heavily

I made them dream with sweetest melody

 

We’re old now but we served our Master well

He opened up their hearts and let them see

There’s more to life than grief, it’s wonderful