Monday, July 7, 2008

Little Mozarts

Proud are these parents
Their Mozarts, Bachs in the making
Notes tied into music
Dance out of the teacher's Electone

Soft shy voices
Loud sometimes
Out of key most times
Sing solfege and short melodies

In unison are they
In their quest
To master these
Keys of Ebony and Ivory

I sit here just the same
Listening, coaxing, coaching
My wannabe musicians
And informally
I formally learn my Do Re Mi
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