All that city you just couldn’t see an endto it.
The end? Please? Can you please just show me where it ends?
It was all very final on that gangway and I was grant too in my over coat. Icut quite a figure, and I was getting off, guaranteed. That wasn’t theproblem.
It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me, Max, it was what I didn’t see。 Do you understand that? What Ididn’t see.
In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was noend.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end, the end of theworld.
Take a piano, hmm? The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them.Nobody can tell you different. They are not infinite.
You are infinite. And on those keys, the music that you can make isinfinite.
I like that. That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you rill out in front of me a keyboard ofmillions of keys, Millions and billions of keys that never end.
That’s the truth, Max, they never end. That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite, then on that keyboard there is no music youcan play.
You are sitting on the wrong bench. That’s God’s piano.
Christ! Did you see the streets? Just the street-----there were thousands ofthem.
How do you do it down there? How do you choose just one?
One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to lookat, one way to die. All that world just weighing down on you. You don’t evenknow where it comes to an end.
Aren’t youu ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? Theenormity of it.
I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by.
But 2000 people at a time, and there were wishes here.
But never more than fit between prow and stern.
You played put your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite! I learnedto live that way.
Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It’s a woman too beautiful, it’s a voyagetoo long, a perfume too strong, it’s music I don’t know how to make.
I can never get off this ship. I’m blessed I can step off my life.
After all, I don’t exist for anyone.
You are the exception, Max. You are the only one who knows I’m here. You are aminority, and you’d better get used of it.
Forgive me, my friend, but I’m not getting off.
Hey，Max! Imaginethe music I could play with two right arms. Hope I can find a piano upthere.
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