The Man with the Piano and the Woman with the Cello

Today, I decided to take a stroll to clear my head, my feet took me down a street where previously, resting in bed.

A day just like any other I had walked through Grandview and down the avenue, but today I thought I just might take a right.

A street I’d never been down. Pavement I’ve never walked. A land I’ve left uncharted.

Today, I will be an explorer of this unknown land.

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The sky was sapphire blue with white polka dots,i counted one then two.

Bumblebee yellow leaves falling down onto my head and into the road.

Iceberg roses fill the air with a beautiful aroma as they tumble over the white picket fences

Snow freshly fallen. Laid on top of the mountain that I climbed with my eyes.

I think I quite like this new way.

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I hear stories of the beautiful enchanting sounds that come from this street

The man with the piano and the woman with the cello

At 3 o’clock they meet with their instruments to say hello.

They play beautiful tunes for those near who have the blues.

The girl on her way home from work,

The boy on his way to a friend’s house,

The elderly couple walking their two pups,

Each with preexisting thoughts in their heads. On their separate paths. A goal in mind. They head towards their destination without a second thought of their surroundings.

But yet, Something stops them in their tracks. Freezing them into the concrete. A soft presence of a beautiful sound.

Each stranger bewitched by the sweet sounds of the man with the piano and the woman with the cello

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On this walk to hear the infamous music of the two strangers. I ask myself,

Do they not know they play so close together?

Can they not hear each other’s touch of the keys or the stums of their strings?

Do they sit and believe that they are alone?

Do they think of all the people their music knows?

Do they know how they change the lives of passing strangers?

Part of me thinks they do, but I’ve never seen them look up from their instruments

What beautiful things they have seen

What wonderful tales they tell

A symphony of bliss

A crescendo of falling in love

A passion of pain

I wonder what the world did to make them play so long…

In this sacred space. Body meets spirit and there is no wrong

For the man with the piano and the woman with the cello

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On a silent street. Two hearts and two instruments should meet

Not a car in sight or person in a mile

A curious stranger, a wondering admirer, a lover of a good story, perhaps she will find her own story in the passing notes of these two maestros

As I arrive at the crimson sign telling me to stop and continue on my own.

I glance back once more to faintly hear the tunes that made me feel at home.

Another stranger approaches the two houses for a listen.

A smile brushes my face and something new is known.

And so, it looks like my time’s up and onward I should go

Until next time.

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So if you get a chance to walk down E Laurel Ave, stop for a moment.

You may also find me there, along with many others.

Stuck in time and in peaceful ecstasy.

Music in the form of a prayer

Salvation in the form of a song

Thanks to the man with the piano and the woman with the cello