A duet of two soloists

One soloist: a rich journalist, poor of words. 

Another soloist: a poor homeless, rich of music. 

A duet: two soloists, poor of friendship, rich of talent.

One attends to the title of ‘exceptional journalist’. 

Another doesn’t attend to titles,because he doesn’t have any.

One and Another met at a square in sunny LA. The city was once sunny for One, a long, long time ago. For Another, it is only sunny, when there’s Beethoven for companion and a violin, of course.

Violin gave One an idea, that surprised Another. That idea was Cello.

Cello united One to Another. Cello gave One a text. To Another, better music.

A text and music gave One respect for his work. A text and music gave Another a better home, and classes with Cello.

But respect, home, a text, an instrument, Cello, Violin or Beethoven didn’t give One and Another the best thing they could have.

The best thing they could have was friendship.

And respect, home, a text, an instrument, Cello, Violin or Beethoven didn’t give them any friends.

One gave Another a friend. Another gave One a friend.

If there weren’t Beethoven, there wouldn’t be Violin, and a meeting. If there weren’t Cello, there wouldn’t be a text, and music. If there weren’t this text and music, there wouldn’t be respect and a home.

If there weren’t two soloists, there wouldn’t be a duet.

But, most important, if there wasn’t One, there wouldn’t be Another.