Check out Ivan L.'s great invocation of the muse that he wrote for extra credit. Nice work, Ivan!
Sing to me of the boy, Muse, the boy of many miles
whose destiny in the instrument with many strings was battered, once he had left
the Asiatic capitol of Hong Kong.
Many times, he has encountered pedantics and acquired their skill,
yet the delicacy of the keyboard, strung with passion and love
was underestimated by him whose goal was to only satisfy his parents.
Even the greatest of instructors could not vitalize the passion it takes to play the piano, hard as he strove--
the boy's selfishness and myopicness obliterated hope from his forefathers.
Competition after competition, the boy played from the hands, but not the heart,
until that faithful day where his teacher had finally become weary.
Launch out on his story in every language, Muse, daughter of Zeus,
so that others may not suffer the same fate as the boy.
he had grown to become a pianist, not a great pianist, but in fact just a pianist.
His income depended on his failed skill.
Until that day where passion was magically injected somehow by a friend from the North, Canada.
7 years ago