Poem by Doniell Cushman
I will teach your child music
Enrich their mind Summon the muse while encouraging the joy I enjoin the theory, history And list charges Against which they will Warmup, scale, revel Italian mostly, hi-lighter only pencil yet always penned Sheets and pages Anthologies or albums Etudes, method, sonata And they will always ask for Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin Or run screaming from Tchaikovsky, Rimsky-Korsakov, Scriabin, Rachmaninoff and Mussorgsky And I am not sorry They have learned a universal truth, a love, a soul Through which they can speak and be heard just as they are Pedaling begets freedom Legato and staccato their friends-in-arms Welcome the feedback they must attain it in portato Tempo furioso whether digital or grand it does not matter And confidence there grows for the wealth they acquire Waiting patiently, dolce Dolcissimo Here's your notes! © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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