You Taught Me To Play

• Natalie Redman, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

Our spirits, flowing free,
The notes in perfect harmony.
We match the words,
To the singing birds.

We change the tone,
The pitch, it moans.
A false note, echoes out,
Among the melody it shouts.

We sway and move,
To the instrument's groove.
We do not sing, only play,
The music seems to last all day.