Hear The Monk … ?


It’s his way
It’s angular and crooked
It’s the stepping of his feet
How he moves them
When he playes his tune
When he gets up and dances his dance
It’s his fingers
When they laugh at the piano teacher
When they do something
Which nobody dares doing like that

I love this Monk
I have always loved him
Because he blasted his trail
And he played and walked his own ways

I hope you can hear this Monk
Walking and playing and dancing
When I am trying to
Walk my own little ways

Its my way of thanking him
Sorry for not being better

But he will understand

Dear Monk …