I was born in the waves of music
so long ago now as I look back on my life.
It was a time when the music was faint.
barely audible almost silent.
I was a accident a beautiful one
but still an accident.
She was a beautiful young concert pianist
he was a guitar player in a rock band.
They should have hated each other
but that's where I came in
they didn't.
Her father was a control freak
all he could see was advancing her career.
After my parents met
it was something like love at first sight.
They slept together
on a bench on a new York rooftop.
I guess you could say
that's where I really came in.
Her father took her away
to her recital in California.
She did not even know his name.
But I found out later
she never married
nor did he.
When Mom found she was pregnant
her father said it must be adopted.
I became an IT instead the baby
or my grandson or even the boy.
Mom had an accident
after the news she was
to put me up for adoption.
She ran into the street
and a bike courier hit her hard.
I was born early.
But her father;
I still cannot call him gandfather.
Forged her name on my adoption papers.
when she woke up in hospital
he said the baby was lost.
that I did not make it.
I was put into the orphanage run by the Catholic nuns.
I never got adopted.
I guess I was bit too weird to keep.
I listened to music everywhere
in the grass the street the wind.
In the noise of the clanging city
Or the pattering beat of the rain.
And I knew somehow
She was out there.
I could feel it I knew it for sure.
I became a musical prodigy at seven
I could write music without lessons.
I could play any instrument
you threw at me.
The nuns at the orphanage
sent me to juliard.
I was their youngest student at nine.
Far away in California.
My life was changing.
There her father confessed
what he had done with my adoption on his deathbed.
Mom searched and searched
until she released the adoption papers in court
with the forged signature.
She saw my photo for the first time.
She said that's him...that's my son.
At juliard I wrote a symphony.
it was put forward to play
in central park for best new young composers.
The moon played
its magical music loud that summer night.
The park was full of the heart of New York.
And she was playing
the concert piano.
When my music played
it awakened something in her heart
I could see her feeling it.
She felt me.
She felt my music.
She felt her son.
The concert finished
They called me to the stage
to take a bow.
But she came to me
in her beautiful gown.
she was so pretty.
she held me in her arms.
I felt for the first time
the softness of my mother.
Her eye makeup
was running down
her beautiful face.
is it ..is it... you ...she asked.
I kissed her cheek
and whispered yes Mom.
It's me
It's your son.
Thank you for the music.