ignore the irrelevance of the picture to the title.
but yeah.
HE is my beethoven.
although it was only an octave worth of notes
although it was just the most chicken feet song most pianist would say.
my boy played it all nice and sweet.
it was so fun to see how he remembers what i taught him.
it was so fun to see how he wanted the song to be in perfection.
how we took the pain to make sure we played it nice and smooth.
he learnt the piano with a maths brain.
numbering the keys.
i know i sound all mushy...
but he is the cutest.
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