Little Musicians

The beginners of the beat,

Just learning the ropes,

Figuring out their instruments -

They come in, 

Wide-eyed,

And regard the older kids

With awe.

I love to be looked at this way

Though I'm not sure I deserve it.

They scramble around,

Wave at me,

Brag about how they saw me

On "flute day" over the weekend.

The little musicians

Clutch their music -

When they play, it is beautiful not for its accuracy

But for its freedom -

The joy

Of entering a world they don't yet understand,

But with a few years of practice,

Will hopefully grow to love.

It is a difficult thing to be a musician,

And even more so to be a beginner - 

To push through the squeaks,

The frustration,

The confusion,

Only to encounter more challenges

Down the road.

And yet, we persevere.

Look at them;

These little musicians,

With the power of thousands of legends before them

At their fingertips every time

They touch their instrument,

Though they don't know it yet.

Mozart, Handel, Beethoven, Bach

Bless this new generation

Of little musicians.

While there are mistakes,
It's almost even more moving -

I feel the rush of their music 

Just as I do with

Professional bands.

That's the brilliant thing

About music -

You don't need to know all the

Fine-tuning

Music theory

Transpositions

Dynamics

Articulation

To feel the beat.

Little musicians, 

I'm proud of you.

I hope you continue

To bless this world and your every audience

With your sound.

Thank you

For letting me play with you

And witness your growth.

Keep playing, guys!