You played at our wedding.
It was your gift to us.
You, the guy who tuned pianos,
rebuilt them, and did the same
with organs of any size,
including huge pipe organs...
You, who put an old church pipe organ
into the back of your house,
removing part of the upstairs flooring
to accomodate the pipes,
and insulating like crazy to soften the sounds
when you played.
You played at our wedding,
and then, a short four years later,
you left us with only the memories of your ability.
You were able to play any music,
create any mood, entertain, excite, captivate,
with the God-given talent that you possessed.
This year my two older sons are getting married,
and I was just thinking how beautiful it would be,
were you here, and able to play for their weddings as well.
Though you won't be here in person,
I know you will be here in spirit,
and I will see you at the organ,
and I will hear your hands on the keys, my friend...
In my mind, in my memories, and in my heart,
that is where you belong, and where you will always be.
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