The Birth Of A Song
Ok…listen closely, now, as I open the door to my roll-top desk…sssklunk. Next, I slide out the drawer that holds my pencils…shoop. Then I grab some paper. But this isnʼt drawing paper. And itʼs not wrapping paper, or newspaper, or even plain olʼ writing paper. Nope…this is magical paper. It doesnʼt look like regular paper. It has more lines going across each page. And these lines are the keys to the magic.
Take a closer look. There are five lines, then some space, then five more lines, then some more space. And the lines go all the way down to the bottom of the page. Each line has a secret name. But since weʼre friends…lean a little closer, and Iʼll whisper their names in your ear.
The bottom line is called E. The next line up is called G. The next lineʼs name is B. And the last two are known as D and F. You might think itʼs funny to have a letter for a name. But each time any one of them hears his name, he nearly leaps off the page to be noticed. They each have a job to do, and they do it with all their might.
Letʼs not forget the spaces in between each of these special lines. They have secret names, too, which Iʼll share with you right now. The bottom space is called F. The next space is called A. The third space is named C. And the top space is known as E. And the spaces work just as hard as the lines. Together, the lines and spaces make a big, happy magical family.
And here is where the magic starts to happen. Remember I said they all have jobs to do? Well, they have to hold things. Watch as I draw some black dots on each of the lines and in each of the spaces. Pay attention as I add up and down lines to some of the dots. Then I add funny looking squiggly lines to some of those. When I do this all the way across the lines and spaces, I can go down to the next lines and spaces and add more dots and squiggly lines. Itʼs like Iʼm writing a secret note. In fact weʼll call every one of these dots a note. This is starting to get fun. But the best part is still to come.
Once I fill up the page with dots and other silly shapes, guess what I can do next. I can hand my magical paper to a piano player. Yep, you heard me right. The piano player looks at the paper, tilts his head a little to one side, and sets the paper on his shiny, black baby grand piano. Youʼve seen a piano before, havenʼt you?
In case you didnʼt know, pianos are magical, too. They have keys to unlock the secret notes I wrote on the paper. Shh, wait a second…I think I just saw the piano playerʼs eyebrows crinkle up a little. Heʼs studying the secret notes on the magical paper to see which key opens which note. He gently reaches down and taps one of the slick, white keys with one of his long, slender fingers. Clink…did you hear that?
One of the notes just popped open and a beautiful sound escaped. Oh listen, now the piano player is using all of his fingers to tap all the keys and open all the secret notes. Some of them ring out together. Others sing out alone. The secret notes are not a secret anymore. They float into the air for everyone to hear…a second or two…then fade away.
Do you have any idea what just happened? When we drew the ordinary black dots and squiggly lines on the lines and spaces of the magical paper, they became a song. You got to see the birth of a song. A song goes through your ears into your brain and your heart. And, like love, it can live there for the rest of your life. Now thatʼs truly magical.