God Meets A Piano-Player Poem by Mark Heathcote

God meets a piano-player
Foot tapping the day away
God doesn't know what to say
He just listens all-day
An entire day goes by
God doesn't know what to say
He just listens to a piano-player playing
God wonders what he too can give back
But the piano-player isn't asking for anything
He's just a crackerjack
He's happy he's in heaven
Foot tapping the day away
God doesn't know what to say
He just listens all-day
An entire day goes by
God doesn't know what to say
He just listens to a piano-player playing
God wonders what on earth he can say
To let this talented piano-player
Know he's just passed away.
He means ten-days-ago
But god just lets him play and fill his boots his soul.
Like he's done every day.
Like he's done every single day.
Since learning to play what God Feels?
But doesn't always, say.
God meets with a piano-player
Looking glad, happy as a bee in a flowers ear
God doesn't know what to say.
He just listens all-day.
An entire year goes by.
God, doesn't know what to say
He just listens to a piano player-playing
God wonders what will stop him.
But there's no mention of jungle roots or atheism.
Oh, he must be herculean he's-got music in his soul.