They called him the piano man. He was a legend in his time.
The old men on the street corner still tell stories of how he could talk to pianos, but had no words to speak to man. A mute genius they said.
Millionaires and famous musicians from all over the world paid him princely sums to tune their instruments. His only proviso was that he be left alone to work his magic.
One day a young girl hid behind the heavy red velvet curtains at the opera house to find out his secret.
She said that the piano opened up and swallowed him whole. No-one ever saw him again.
They said she was mad and they locked her away, but she didn’t care.
She knew what she saw.
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