Zach started taking violin lessons when he was four. He hasn’t learned to read music. Here and there I have introduced it, and so did his teacher in Winnipeg. But for the most part he has shown no interest and rather than squelch his love of playing with forcing note-reading, he’s been left to learn things by watching and by ear. Yesterday I decided it was time to try again. In my own mind, I decided I would be more consistent about it this time around, but little by little. No pushing. Stopping at the first sign of fatigue or frustration. After a little explanation and having him play some notes on the violin upon seeing the written note, I gave him a piece of paper. I told him to write out some treble cleffs and notes – at random – and then write the names below them. “One line…. that’s all.” Two pages of music later, he took a break. However, he wrote his notes in a very melodic fashion. We could hear his voice humming through the house, working out the tune as he wrote. Whenever I walked past him he’d say, “I just love writing music.”
Right now he is back at it. As soon as I get my bread kneaded we are going to play some together with the piano. I better get started.