The Notes He Didn't Play

For a brief time last night, a giant strode across the stage, huddled and limping. There are few of them left, these pioneers of art. The pleasure of experiencing firsthand what McCoy Tyner can still do with a piano was such that I was moved to extremes of emotion. Elation, sorrow, hope, and difficult to tell which I was feeling at any one time. Though I can tell you that what I felt when that great man stumbled away, off the stage, was a sense of loss for the future.