Musically Yours - Poem by Crystal Mitzi
Trained in piano at an early age
I found a way to channel my creativity and rage
I'd sit at the piano and turn a page
And start playing; the world was my stage.
Beethoven, Grieg, Tchaikovsky, Mozart
I wondered at their musical prowess and art
I was young though when I had my start
And I played with my hands, not with my heart.
I grew up quickly and discovered more
Classical music wasn't the only one knocking at my door
A world beyond the romantic and baroque I came to know
Woah! Rock and roll. Should I have a go?
The Rolling Stones, Presley, The Who and Queen
My mind reels with their shouts and screams
Nasty, vibrant, colourful and mean
I hear them sing, and I'm lost in a dream.
I sing and I play and I listen to them enthrall
And I'm filled with wonder, respect and awe
They're musically divine, to me and to all
And now I don't fear the cracks in the crystal ball.
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