Not Just About the Music

October 10, 2018

The sound of the keys playing

The good notes and the bad

Was nothing compared

To the bond we had

I walked in scared, shaking

Thinking the worst

But you pushed that away

Made me feel like I came first

If my hands looked tense

Or you sensed a lack of passion

You would stop me right then

And ask me what had happened

You were not just a teacher

You were a best friend to me

You pushed me and cared so much

We became thick as thieves

My love of music grew

The closer that we got

When I felt lost and low

You remind me of what I forgot

I'll never forget the day you left

"I've found something better"

You wanted me to continue

But I knew I could never

Not without your guidance

Your jokes and your rules

Not without your patience

Your wise words and tools

I will always remember our fun

I miss you every day

I will always remember and think about you

When I sit to play

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