The Lonely Musician

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers

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The Lonely Musician

When he stopped playing her tune, she threw him out.
‘And take your Steinway,’ she yelled. ‘It clutters up the place.’
For forty years he played on the street corner.
To the delight of commuters who dropped coins into his hat.
He never asked for a penny.
He lived and dreamed for music and to charm happy smiles from weary faces.
The lonely musician crawled under the lid one day, and citizens kept his piano as a memorial.
The passing shoppers can still hear Debussy being played.
Every day, when his wife waters the flowers on the musician’s grave.

39 responses to “The Lonely Musician

  1. That was really charming – poignant yes but charming also.

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  2. That’s so bittersweet

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  3. Very romantic James, lovely.

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  4. A very sweet story which reminds us to celebrate the people in our lives.

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  5. A lovely story. Though he was lonely, he was never alone.

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  6. Sad but lovely story, James. Well done.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  7. This is indeed bittersweet, James.

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  8. What a wonderful tribute. Delightful.

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  9. Oooh. That was really good. What better place for a musician to spend eternity

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  10. A man who lived for music, curling up in his piano at the end – very fitting, very lyrical death James

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  11. I felt touched by the lonely innocence of the musician, and by his joy in music. Wistful last line – strains of Debussy brought forth by his grave flowers being watered.

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  12. Playing music was his life and his love. It’s a nice memory.

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  13. You’ve created some beautiful and affecting images in this story, James. Debussy seems a very good composer for a ghost to choose!

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  14. Dear James,

    I guess he played his own tune to the end. Nicely played.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  15. it looks like his wife finally made peace after he passed.

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  16. You tied the beginning and end together so well. A bittersweet tale… what a haunting image of him curling up inside the piano.

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  17. Beautiful and sad! The picture of the musician crawling under the lid makes it very poignant.

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  18. I wonder if she can her the songs from the grave… maybe she should have been kinder to him when he was alive.

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  19. “when he stopped playing her tune” is a wonderful euphemism for a failed relationship. Good one.

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  20. Beautiful phrases loaded with emotion. “stopped playing her tune.” and “crawled under the lid”.

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  21. Just love the photo of the dogs holding their own leashes…no body found…so funny…

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  22. His love for music and his piano outlived him..that’s a great story!

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  23. Oh this is very sad. Very well told James

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