I wrote this piece for a former piano student of mine. He was (and presumably still is) exceptionally thoughtful, patient, and sensitive for an eight-year-old; in fact, he had the better of most adults I’ve known in those respects. I wanted a piece that would give him a chance to be really musical — he had the right stuff for it — but was within his technical reach and within the physical limitations of the birth defect in his right hand. So this is what I came up with.
Paul Cantrell, piano
(0:51 / 1.5 M)
He did learn it, and played it quite nicely. This, of course, gratified me to no end.
Some things are clichés simply because they’re true; “teaching is rewarding” is one such.