The Deadman's Song

Tom watched how the new pianist played. He listened to every note the old piano produced after each careful touch of its white teeth. The atmosphere was becoming lighter. The gray smoke which normally surrounded this place started to disappear. It was actually becoming pleasant.

Tom could not remember when was the last time when he listened to such music live. He rarely had time, because his work was very demanding. Just like a surgeon, he need precision. And a Holy Man's patience was sometimes required, yet he always needed a gentle face, yet cold like Winter Morning.

As he sat in his chair he started to beat out the rhythm of the unknown song. He wasn't a musician, but he could sense it in his legs and fingers. Some have this skill to known things they were never taught. In the past people called it witchery, now they call it Talent.

But although the Pianist played well, and he would bring back the dead to life, Tom had to tell him something. He did not want to, but nobody else would, since he was the Boss. Also if he did not do it now he would loose simply too much time.

When the young man sitting at the piano finished the song he looked hopefully at Tom and waited. Tom on the other hand sighed and stood up.
"You played well, and have great potential in the Music Industry." said Tom putting both of his into his jacket pockets.
"Thank you sir." replied the Pianist, unsure how to continue the conversation.
"Yet, we are not the Music Industry, and you must understand. During a Burial, when people cry for those that died, we cannot make it look like a Pop-Show. So, sorry lad but you will have to look somewhere else."