This poem is a tribute to a timeless song and one of my favourites – The piano man by Billy Joel. I hope I’ve done it justice. Let me know what you think 
There’s a rhythm in the air;
the kind that is seldom heard.
A tune so harnessed by care
drowning every hatred word.
For this tune, it is pleasing
to the ear and to the thought.
Its listeners now healing
from the battles life has brought.
A tune so ever forgiving,
turning every man’s regret
into shards of cigar shavings
and drops of laboured sweat.
A tune, so reminiscent
sparking all the old wise men;
to recall the good times spent
with their once younger brethren.
The pretty girls blush away,
as the tune follows their glance
to eager hands, proud and brave,
proposing a couple’s dance.
Dreamers who once abandoned
their hopes in drunken despair
now claim their faith as hardened.
Their resolve, beyond compare.
There’s one man behind it all
where atop the stage he plays;
never failing to enthrall
his audience from their daze.
For they know not to worry,
they are in for a delight.
So live, dance and be merry;
the Piano Man is here tonight.
