Years of Piano

Age 4 was the start,

of my piano career.

My parents decided,

They thought it was clear,

That playing the piano,

Would be ever so dear.

Age 7 was the time,

Where I struggled,

To appreciate,

The skills that I earned.

I wished for more freedom,

Not realizing all I learned.

Age 10 was when,

I noticed how fast,

I was improving, for,

Practice had paid off at last.

My sound became,

Wonderful and greatly surpassed.

Age 13 was the year,

That is started to slow,

I was no longer interested,

There was no more flow.

For me the piano,

Had lost its glow.

Presently the piano,

Has come back to life.

But sadly the practice,

Still gives me strife.

I love to play the piano,

Its sound so strong,

Alas I cannot,

Find a good song.

No longer do I know,

What I want to play,

Though I hope to find,

Interest again, someday.

I moved on to another instrument,

The dainty flute,

For now I'd say,

The piano's on mute.

Don't get me wrong,

The piano is beautiful,

I love it alot,

It is just not as fruitful.

I want to learn,

So much more,

I want to be given,

What the piano has in store.

For now all I know,

Is that I still play piano,

And I will for forever,

For it is my fellow.