Learning to express yourself
Through the medium of sound,
Crafted into strong emotions
Those great composers once had found
Songs of love and songs of hate
Are those that become renowned.
The wonder of that first graceful note
A student learns to play,
A fuel that is more potent
Than the car’s petrol or the cattle’s hay,
No art of expression rivals it
And the feelings it portrays.
With time the screeches disappear
As hard work pays rewards,
Later more naïve notes come alive
When feeling finds itself step forwards,
To flood with joy from keys and strings
The fledgling musician becomes their lord.
