occasionally, during lunch when I
walk up two stories to eat with friends
my eyes follow the sound of music
and I pause.
a figure at the piano further down,
the hall where the janitor never
turns on the lights.
no one was ever with him,
as he bent over the sighing keys.
i knew he had many friends:
people knew his name, jersey.
he was well known, well liked,
but no one was ever with him
when he played sad-sweet piano
on the second story
At my school there is a piano in one of the halls. No one really goes down that hall since there isn't any classrooms down there.
I was surprised when I started seeing a popular kid (football player, well known, good student) playing piano by himself.