Her Music Stopped Yesterday Poem by Sandra Martyres

Playing the piano
Appreciating music
Will never be the same again
For any of us dear Teacher Aida
We will miss your sharp ear
That did instill both awe and fear
We realise that you expected not less
Than the very best we were capable of
You berated us and encouraged us
Alternately - you gave us self-belief
We often wondered why you struggled
To teach us when you could have easily
Played for the Philharmonic Orchestra
To earn a name and fame for yourself

We recall all the times you took us
To the grand concerts at the NCPA*
To learn from and listen to the world's
Best pianists - you taught us the fine art
Of diffferent arrangements, discussed
Our performance with the Trinity College
Examiners and even when we thought
We had let you down at an examination
You were quick to offer your handkerchief
And dry many a tear of disappointment
We owe you a debt that can never
Be repaid, we can now only promise to try
To maintain your high standards of perfection
Goodbye Teacher Aida - may you continue to play
Your beautiful music in the company of angels

* NCPA - National Council for the Performing Arts - Mumbai