The Airport Piano

Time moves slowly in the airport halls,
People waiting, listening to boarding calls.
By the entrance stands a grand piano bright,
A young man plays, and the world feels light.

A little boy slips away from his dad,
Drawn to the music, curious and glad.
Without a word, he begins to see,
The song is a language of pure harmony.

Hands like birds across the keys,
Notes take flight on a gentle breeze.
The boy is spellbound, heart open wide,
In music’s embrace, they stand side by side.

But soon the boarding call arrives,
The pianist stops, closes the lid with a sigh.
Two friends part ways, their journeys begun,
Snow swirls outside as the engines hum.

Years may pass, and the faces change,
Lives take paths that feel so strange.
But when their hearts hear a melody,
They’ll remember: You were once with me.

Hands like birds across the keys,
Notes take flight on a gentle breeze.
No matter the distance, no matter the skies,
Music remembers, and never denies.

For music speaks where words fall through,
It binds our souls, it heals, it’s true.
A language shared by every land -
The song of hearts we all understand.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/-NHsVi3OqbO9Cg


Song in Russian: http://stihi.ru/2024/12/06/944