Young Artists - A Poem to My Piano Students
Dedicated to all the little fingers that have played upon my piano
I recently celebrated my 40th year as a piano teacher...and I'm still going. Teaching is my passion. I adore all my students. Whether they are beginners or masters of the pianoforte, each one finds their way to my heart.
The little children are very special. They come to me with such beautiful innocence and trust. To think that these little minds and hands will be molded by me is humbling. Their level of self esteem must grow with each lesson. I make sure it does. The guidance that I provide for them is filled with praise. Criticism is not part of my teaching plan. Instead, I creatively guide each one to correction, gently and patiently.
My poem is a dedication and appreciation for all the years of pure joy that has come my way through teaching piano.
I thank you all.
I Teach Because I Love
Little Fingers of Love
Little fingers at the piano exploring musical sounds
Eager to learn and ready to play, with a joy which knows no bounds
Little eyes so wide with wonder waiting for a song
A simple little melody to last their whole lifelong
Little ears that listen to every word I say
And for just a moment, I feel like a queen for a day
Little lips that “count out loud” to get the rhythm right
And ‘though it isn’t easy, they try with all their might
Little hearts so pure and sweet in every girl and boy
Beat to the music all your life and bring you peace and joy
A time will come when I no longer can be a teacher and friend
But remember this, and never forget, I will love you to the end
Thank you for little fingers, little eyes and little ears
Little lips and little hearts to give me joy for years
Little thank you’s from my heart for all you’ve taught me too
Little lessons to be lived and all because of you
Little ones, this is my way of letting you all know
Your music is a part of me wherever I must go
Little faces stay with me in every star above
Always to remember, you’ve filled my heart with love
Teachers affect eternity; no one can tell where their influence stops.
Henry Brooks Adams