They said he had been a virtuoso. They said no one had played better. Why then was he pounding out popular tunes on a piano in a sleazy tavern for tips? No one had the nerve to ask. Every night, without fail, the pianist entered the bar precisely at eight. He approached the bar, taking a free coke, never with alcohol, then sat at the piano where he played until closing time.
A little too much pride does easily morph into a stumbling block that precedes our fall. I've been thinking a lot about pride lately. We deserve to be proud of our abilities and accomplishments however there is a line, hmm? And Pan knows where that line is, now, hmm 😉
The Broken Pianist
A little too much pride does easily morph into a stumbling block that precedes our fall. I've been thinking a lot about pride lately. We deserve to be proud of our abilities and accomplishments however there is a line, hmm? And Pan knows where that line is, now, hmm 😉
Loved this! Now I have Billy Joel's "Piano Man" stuck in my head though!
What a fun twist!
What a wonderful tale of mythology.
Well that was unexpected. 🤓