Olga ~ February 11, 1993
A link to a version of Ave Maria on violin and piano. David Heiller I heard her name was Olga. I heard it at the end, When someone called out “Olga” Like you call out to a friend. We were at a party. She had hardly said a word To anyone that I could see. And then the fact occurred That she was with a Russian group, Musicians who were here As friends who brought good tidings, Good tidings and great cheer. Yes, great cheer and great music: The piano, guitar, sax. They played and sang and sang and played And seldom did relax Except to eat and drink and talk In rich and rolling tongue With Olga quiet in their midst Like there she did belong. I tried to talk to Olga She was eating at the table. She managed a quick smile; I guess she wasn’t able To speak our native language. See, she spoke a different way: She spoke with her violin, And she took it out to play. She turned to her comrade Who played the piano we...