Ken-Roger, With Hands of Grace

In a room filled with melodies, where notes dance in the air,

There's a teacher with a gentle touch, a mentor beyond compare.

Ken-Roger, the maestro, with passion in his eyes,

Guiding souls through ivory keys, beneath the starlit skies.

Oh, Ken-Roger, with hands of grace,

Unlocking dreams in every embrace.

Through highs and lows, you've been a guide,

In the symphony of life, you're by our side.

From the first timid stroke to the crescendo's mighty roar,

You nurture talents hidden deep, unveiling them galore.

With patience as your metronome, you lead us through the score,

Teaching not just music's art, but life's lessons to explore.

Oh, Ken-Roger, with hands of grace,

Your wisdom softly rings.

Oh, Ken-Roger, with hands of grace,

Unlocking dreams in every embrace.

Through highs and lows, you've been a guide,

In the symphony of life, you're by our side.

From the first timid stroke to the crescendo's mighty roar,

By our side.

In every chord, in every key, your wisdom softly rings,

You instill the love of music, the joy that music brings.

With dedication, you shape the soul, with each passing refrain,

Oh, Ken-Roger, your legacy will forever sustain.

Oh, Ken-Roger, with hands of grace,

An unlocked guide, in the symphony of life, you're by our side.

So here's to Ken-Roger, Patrick's cherished friend,

Whose melody of kindness knows no end.

In the grand symphony of life, your notes will ever soar,

Oh, Ken-Roger, our maestro, forevermore.