I want to learn!

Every morning at six one could hear mellifluous tunes flowing out of our house--Dad with his music player on would be shaving. I never understood classical music and it  always was  a nuisance to me and mom to bear the music every morning. Dad always told me that to understand the thing I must sway my head in line with the rhythm. I even remember that once when I found it difficult to sleep he had put on shahnai from the legendary Bismillah Khan Sahab and told me that it would bring sleep to me if I concentrated on the cadence; but I found it all the more insomnious. He always wanted to learn music and very modestly said, " If I can become even a fraction of what these people(the great classical vocalists and instrumentalists) are, I'll be satiated."
He tried to arouse the passion for music in me too, because he wanted me to do what he couldn't. I never paid any heed to his wishes. It was only when I was asked to give a solo performance in public that I learned how enriching it can be to sing for both the singer and the listeners( if the singer is right).
The passion did wake up in me and now I want to learn but its only the paucity of time thats stopping me.But, I will learn. Someday!