THE BLIND METRONOME
ACT ONE: THE EXPLOSION The floor knew John Williams before he did. It knew the weight of his bare feet, the way he shifted his balance from heel to toe before turning, the subtle tap of his index finger against his thigh when he was thinking in rhythms that had nothing to do with words. John was seventy-three and blind and the best pianist this part of Mississippi had ever produced, which is to...
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