Stroke your bow upon the strings if in your heart a melody sings and the sound you make will thrill all listening souls Teachers tell you scales to learn and musicianship must be earned but their salaries they protect and you will go in debt So raise a bow and hold a cello think loving thoughts of some fine fellow and the sounds that flow if you have no doubt will wander the room so sweet they’ll call you back to repeat. This is how I learned the piano and how I’ve learned to write now