The Street Piano

Julie and I were walking around the Old North Church (the one where Paul Revere hung the lanterns) when she said, “Look at that!”

“That is really cool,” I said, looking the street piano sitting in the corner of the brick courtyard. I don’t know how it’s playable, sitting out in the weather like that, but it is. 

“Play something,” Julie said. 

In my response was a world of doubt. “Aaaahhhh … I’m not really a pianist.” I’m not. I can read music and I used to be passable when I practiced, twenty years ago. Lately I’ve been teaching myself to play from a chord chart while I sing, but Elton John I ain’t. So playing for a crowd of other tourists was not exactly on my list of things to do in Boston. We took a few more steps toward the stairs, and I remembered something. 

I remembered I am tired of worrying about whether people will think I am weird, and I am tired of not doing anything until I am sure everyone will be very impressed with me. (FYI, this doesn’t work anyway.) 

So I pulled up a chord chart on my phone, and I punched out a few chords to introduce myself to the piano, and then I sang a song. 


And the very best thing happened. 

I don’t have any idea what all the people were thinking or saying as they walked past, on their way back to the Freedom Trail. 

I was too busy singing. 

One thought on “The Street Piano

  1. Margaret October 8, 2016 at 7:13 pm Reply

    What did you sing?! Regardless, I love this!

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