I was about 14 and my mother said I needed to learn a musical instrument,
She booked me in three times a week with Miss Emma the new music teacher.
Miss Emma was a quiet lady in her early thirties and was very beautiful.
It was hard to concentrate on the keyboard, I kept staring at her instead.
Miss Emma was the most beautiful women I had ever seen,
She had blonde hair and a figure like Marilyn Monroe,
She also had the smile of an angel.
I practiced hard to please her and I thought I was going okay.
I thought I had mastered Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata,
So I ran over to show Miss Emma.
She said it was very good but needed a bit more passion.
I didn’t know what she meant but I tried harder and harder.
One morning we were having a piano lesson and she grabbed my hands,
And pressed them down really hard.
Then suddenly she pushed me out the way and sat at the keyboard.
She played Tchaikovsky’s Piano concerto No. 1 in B flat minor.
She was so intense I couldn’t move. And I
just stared at her fingers pounding the keys.
The chords were magnificent.
And as suddenly as she started, she stopped.
She put her head down and looked at me and said “That’s passion”.
Without another word she opened the front door and gestured me to leave.
Miss Emma slowly climbed the stairs, I slowly walked to the door.
I turned back for a second and heard her crying.
She left town soon after that and I never heard of her again.
I dream about Miss Emma more often than I should.