Travel down memory lane with me.
....
As I tickle the ivory,
The memories flow through my head.
A tiny child, no more than one,
Stumbling over to touch,
To feel.
It is there,
Within her grasp.
POUND! POUND! POUND!
Her smile widens
And her eyes sparkle
At the sound.
Patience.
For one day,
You will tickle the ivory.
A little girl, no more than ten,
Yearning to understand,
To comprehend.
It's all so new
So foreign.
CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!
The frustration deepens,
And a tear flows down her cheek.
Patience.
For one day,
You will tickle the ivory.
A young woman, no more than sixteen,
Standing in front of an audience.
"One of my best students,"
Her teacher says,
"Can sight read very well."
The fear comes.
Anxiety rises.
She begins to play.
It is going well.
And then...
CLUNK!
It catches her off guard.
Her cheeks redden with shame.
Patience.
For you almost tickle
The ivory.
Now, no more than eighteen,
The memories come back.
It was not easy.
At times, it was very hard.
But those hard times made me better
As well as the happy times.
And I smile.
For today,
I tickle the ivory.
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