Dear J, my Precious Son Guess what? I never thought it'd happen, but I learned recently that I was in fact a bona fide "Tiger Mom" Dad! Okay okay, I hear you. What's that you're asking? Well, in a nutshell, this term was made popular globally by a 'nutty' professor called Amy Chua. She's this … Continue reading Fathering Softer #2 — No More “Tiger Mom” Dad!
I Just Need A Moment (Violin Musing II) So this is how it feelsWhen a dream dies.A dream I never knewWas all mine.Had I knownI would have given it back.Returned it like a dog-eared library bookOr an old shoe to its rack. But we strolled into this dream togetherDidn't we?We didn't force feed or threaten … Continue reading My Monday Metrical Musings #53
Dear J my precious boy First off, I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt so much vitriol now for the violin. Recently, when we broached the topic of you returning to violin lessons after a long break (to prepare for your PSLE), your almost knee-jerk reaction and rejection of the idea threw your mom … Continue reading My Violin Virtuoso — From Verve to Vitriol
Please son, won't you play? (Violin Musing I) What does it feel likeWhen a dream looks likeIt's about to die? When something so gloriousYet deemed by him a weary taskIs about to disappearLike a puff of smokeNever again to pass? I'm not ready to give up this fightYet I can sense this fight is onThe … Continue reading My Monday Metrical Musings #52
Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com "Okay so you need to isolate the energy to your finger tips and hit those piano keys with that, not with your wrist or arm power." "Isolate", he tells me. Right. But doesn't he know? When you've never given a second thought as to where your hands typically derive … Continue reading 2020 Reflections & Musings #3 of 4 – “When he plays piano in the dark…”
Today, everything was going smoothly up until that point. Then suddenly the haunting strains of a tune I had only recently discovered and fallen for, nearly threw me off my piano stool. As my teacher played the chorus, a warm sensation began from somewhere in my stomach and started to bubble up rapidly to my … Continue reading “Something always brings me back to you…” – my music, my muse.
