Dear NWSMTA members,
This is a poem a student wrote for me on the occasion of her Book Two recital. She is now a successful woman who has traveled the world. I have always treasured her poem. It hangs on my wall, where people occasionally stop to read it. I think of her often, as well as her sister and brother.
I am grateful for the many students I have had the pleasure of sharing music with. If I had an impact on them, it pales compared to what I learned from them.
A SHORT STORY
“What comes from the heart goes to the heart”
“Long Long Ago”
I started playing the piano.
I learned from Mrs. Lynch
However, from the very first start,
Mrs. Lynch, taught me to play from my heart.
I practiced “Cuckoo” and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,”
Sweated through “Sonatina” and “Arietta.”
I saw “London Bridge” falling,
And heard “Aunt Rhody” calling.
“French Children” came to rescue and play.
The pleasure was surely not far away.
I stumbled through “Chant Arabe,” “Musette” and “Allegretto Two.”
My fingers became sore, they turned black and blue.
I realized I wasn’t finished with just one Minuet,
Mrs. Lynch of course had four more for me in a duet.
I huffed and puffed and met “A Little Playmate.“
I said “Goodbye to Winter” in honor and good faith.
I met a farmer in swift pace,
And greeted him happily with a smile on my face.
I fluttered and shuffled, stepped in and out,
Pranced joyfully around, the Scottish were proud.
I whispered “Christmas Day Secrets” in elegant performance,
Received applause and a bowing audience.
I was able to present all my pieces with my eyes closed.
With one little finger and no music under my nose.
And today, on my graduation here,
I salute and thank my best teacher for all her love and cheer.
She taught me and many other children, too,
That playing piano is the most wonderful thing to do.