There once was a man who wrote a song.
His rhymes were heard throughout the county.
His foot was a'tappin', his fingers were a'slidin'
across his companion, the almighty piano.
I, as well as all the countrymen, was drawn
to the beautiful melody from so far away.
I walked miles to see the master up close,
to hear the song ring around my ears.
When he finished playin', I approached him
and sat on the bench next to him,
and asked him, "Dear sir, if you answer me please,
why do you play so passionately?"
He then said to me, with the most perfect glint in his eye:
"I have had many hardships in life, little girl.
And my heart has been filled with much sorrow and woe.
But I tap, and sing, and play, and swing, and sway,
Because my soul tells me to. It needs to fly."
I went home that night, feelin' a bit lighter
as if that man's soul had somehow reached out to my own
and held me ever so gently, as if to rid my poor young heart
of all the hardships it must have endured.
What a wonderful soul he had. Most beautiful in the world.
And yet I hadn't asked for his name. Silly me.