Wow...that was a long title *blink*

Anyhoo, this is a poem I wrote once...

A gentle touch
A flowing hand
Upon the keys
Upon the Grand

The notes printed
On paper so fine
Giving the song
In touching the line

The white and black
Keys glittering bright
The touch of smooth
Fingering music light.

Time ticks by
Passing seven
Practice’s almost over
Lessons at eleven

Rushing through Repertoire
Jogging through your scale
NYSSMA’s in a week-
Praying you don’t fail.

Tick-tock tock-tick
-DING-
Lessons start

Searching through your theory
She’s grading through your notes…
Scales, repertoire – NYSSMA piece
-There go all your hopes-.

“You’ve got it good
And the tempos fine,
Just work on your fingering
Then it will shine!”

Back straight up
Fingers curved down…
Teacher right besides you,
Trying not to frown.

I guess you could say I was bored waiting for music lessons, eh? Yah.

Pax Christi tibi,

In Christ, through Mary,

-Lady T-