The Piano Teacher
Finding the right piano makes all the difference.
My student plays the melody anew, With graceful fingers that subtly prance, From white keys to black, then back again, While upon my ears, the chorus doth dance. Seated beside you I watch them move, With each delicate trill, I carefully follow, Yet from duty, my mind still wanders, That's the reason my praise will sound hollow. For it never was your gentle melodies, Which encaptured heart and soul, No, it was your fingers...