Musically Inclined

If my mother was alive today I think that I could easily impress her with my piano playing. She wanted me to play guitar or piano, and not the trumpet I picked up for a few years starting when I was 12. I never sounded anything but crummy on that horn. I know she was disappointed that I displayed minimal musical ability back then. One time I banged a cymbal on a drum kit a little and she made a remark to somebody that maybe that was a sign that I could really play drums. It was as if she was looking for some slender thread of any music talent on my part. At that moment I felt the disappointment she had with me. I'd love to show her today how i can now play with both hands on the piano the pieces Greensleeves and Scarborough fair. Maybe after listening she would think that there was still hope for me.