琴师

樊功生

他总是第一个来舞蹈室

在角落坐下

从布包里掏出乐谱

端正地放在钢琴上

头朝教室中间斜着

双手在膝盖上 等待... 

老师一击掌

一，二，开始！

他便埋头弹起来

像上了发条

专注 汗珠悄悄在流

老师们都喜欢他

孩子们不记得他的名字

就叫他伴奏师

他有些智障 口吃

只是灵巧的十指

让人忘了这些不足

他年幼时就爱上了钢琴

如今是他唯一的陪伴... 

今天是他最后一次伴奏

结束后他缓缓站起

拿出一张小纸

结结巴巴地念着：

-- 我是个幸福的人

有很好的爸爸妈妈

三十年在这儿

还能陪伴着

最美丽的天使们起舞... 

-- 每天下班路上

总有些音符在耳边打转

都记下了

成了六首随想曲

不敢去外面表演

这儿若有十分钟

我弹一小段给你们听听？

...... 

不是肖邦

不是德彪西

只是一个伴奏师的真

十分钟未到

全教室的人都在流泪... 

Pianist

By Ken Fan

He's always the first one to arrive, 

Sits down at the corner,

Takes out the music books from a bag, 

Puts on the piano carefully,

With head towards the center of the classroom, 

And hands on the lap, waiting. 

With a clapping by the teacher, 

One, two, begin! 

He then sets to play, 

so immersed like a clockwork, 

Sweating quietly.

Teachers all like him, 

Kids don't seem to know his real name, 

Simply call him the pianist. 

He's somewhat disabled in learning.

Only those musical hands

May have led people to forget those disadvantages. 

He fell in love with piano at a young age, 

A lifetime companion so it becomes. 

Today is his last day for the class,

And he stands up slowly afterwards. 

He takes out a small piece of paper 

Reading with stutter:

— I'm a happy man,

With wonderful parents 

Thirty years now, 

I could play music while you dance, 

The most beautiful angels!

Everyday on the way home, 

some notes have been hovering over my ears, 

And I've recorded them. 

Now become six impromptus. 

Never dare to show to others. 

If you allow me just ten minutes, 

I can play a few excerpts here, 

Alright? 

...... 

Not Chopin, 

Not Debussy. 

Just a true heart of a pianist. 

Before the end of the ten minutes, 

Tears swelling in every eyes....