[I am honored that poet Kay Eberly wrote this poem about my piano playing while listening to me perform at the 900 N. Building. I would like to share it with you here.]

Man of the Ivories
Robert Benson, Pianist

The baby grand
Polished patent leather ebony
Holds captive in its silence
Worlds of unsung songs
Like secrets of the old
Just waiting to be told

Its treasure opened
By the hands of the artist
Dancing with his fingers
Coaxing and caressing
A trove of beloved tunes
Letting them sing
Flying on melody
Sailing, sailing on a seamless
Sea of sound

- Kay Eberly