A Willingness to Listen

A man and a song once met On the keys in the back of a room The song didn't mind the fluorescent light Or the piano being out of tune The man reached out with his hands And beckoned the song come near He asked to know its beginnings and ends Then proffered his inner ear The song walked between stacked chairs It claimed it was just passing by But the man waited patiently well and aware Which prompted the song to reply Their talk became long conversation And hours stretched from that first minute If not for the man's dedication He could not have known how to begin it