I am learning about Voice but I have another instrument I can play, the piano. I have played the piano since I was 7 years old. I wrote a poem for my piano so it wouldn’t feel neglected.
I just wanted to let you know that
you still mean a lot to me.
As I grew up you were always
there when I needed you.
I learnt so much from you.
Not just scales and exercises and Fletcher papers.
Nor beautiful music that I played long after
my teacher told me I had mastered the piece.
I learnt to read music on you
when I learnt to read words in books.
I learnt the phrase ‘Practice makes perfect’
as I sat at your keys while my father walked past
telling me those words.
Working out where the notes were in a tune
and playing the tune smoothly with the aid of
a metronome was frustrating and a challenge
but I worked out what I had to do in the end.
Playing you and putting myself in the mind frame
I needed was like putting on a pair of musical gloves.
I placed my fingers on your keys, I looked at the music
and I knew what to do.
I have found another instrument.
I used it when I joined the church choir but I did not
know how to use it. I was totally ignorant of its beauty and
its ability to make me feel like I am removing those gloves and
losing myself in the music.
The instrument is voice.
Instead of keys, I use strings or cords, vocal chords.
So All Cows can still Eat Grass (ACEG)
Great Bears can still Do Funny Antics (GBDFA)
Every Good Boy still Deserves Fruit (EGBDF)
and Frogs And Crocodiles can still Entertain (FACE)
because I haven’t wasted my time.
You taught me to read music.
You are still my friend. I will always play you.
I love to play you. But I used to play with you alone.
Now I explore the beauty of music with my friends.
So stay quiet in the corner. You will not always remain so. I will come and be with you sometimes. You will always have a place in my heart and in my living room.
Thank you for everything.