Smoke words every day.

I saw a man who used to play the piano⁣⁣sitting in the dark of a packed concert hall,⁣⁣His eyes narrowed at every passage⁣⁣the way a judge studies an accused,⁣⁣wondering what he might have done⁣⁣If he were the one behind the keyboard⁣⁣and not this fellow in a shining black suit.⁣⁣⁣⁣I saw him again when the music…