Letter to the Editor: Music to soothe the soul at Christmas
By night he sleeps in doorways and by day he comes here — to the train station to play the piano. With his hood up he sits hunched in to himself, but his fingers spill like light across the keys. And the rush of passers-by is startled to a standing still because he plays the familiar tunes as if his heart beats in his hands.
He’s not here today and the piano is silent. I sit down to it, and my fingers stumble through the low and quiet notes of that old carol “...God rest ye merry gentlemen”. But when his hands reach down from behind and rest either side of mine, for a few brief moments we’re joined together in the playing of it.
