What is A Master...?

     A mother, wishing to encourage her sons progress at the piano, bought

tickets to a Paderewski performance. When the evening arrived, they found

their seats near the front of the concert hall, and eyed the majestic

Steinway on the stage. Soon the mother found a friend to talk to, and 

the boy slipped away.

     At eight o'clock, the lights in the auditorium began to dim, the spotlight 

came on, and only then did they notice the boy-up on the piano bench, 

innocently picking out " Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". His mother gasped, but

before she could retrieve her son, the master appeared on the stage, and

quickly moved to the keyboard. 

     He whispered to the boy, "Don't quit. Keep playing".

     Leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began

filling in the bass part. Soon his right arm reached around the other side and

improvised a delightful obbligato. Together, the old master and the

young novice held the crowd mesmerized.

     In our lives, unpolished though we may be, it's the Master that surrounds

us and whispers in our ear time and time again, "Don't quit. Keep playing..."

And, as we do, he augments and supplements, until a work of amazing

beauty is created.