Piano Man

by Stephen Jarrell Williams

He plays the piano remembering
Stirring his fingertips into a rhythm
In the dimly lit corner he sits
Bent into it
Quiet bar

A gathering crowd
He’s unaware of their presence

He plays with closed eyes
Tired eyes

The music nursing memories
Everyone still
Entranced

Making the lonely whole
He smiles to himself
Lifting his head
Blind
To the crowd caught in his heaven.