All that city you just couldn’t see an end to 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. I cut quite a figure, and I was getting off, guaranteed. That wasn’t the problem.
It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me, Max, it was what I didn’t see。 Do you understand that? What I didn’t see.
In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was no end.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end, the end of the world.
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 is infinite.
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 of millions 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 you can 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 of them.
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 look at, one way to die. All that world just weighing down on you. You don’t even know where it comes to an end.
Aren’t youu ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it? The enormity 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 learned to live that way.
Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It’s a woman too beautiful, it’s a voyage too 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 a minority, and you’d better get used of it.
Forgive me, my friend, but I’m not getting off.
Hey，Max! Imagine the music I could play with two right arms. Hope I can find a piano up there.