Ravel

 The young Ravel, barely 18

Frequented a small cabaret in Paris
Shy, but a good dancer
One night he spied a comely young lady
And asked her to dance
They danced all night
She called him Maury
He never saw her again
And only much later after composing
La Valse and Bolero
Did he realize that she had planted
The seeds of melodies in his head
He did keep the shoes he danced in that night
And polished them regularly to a shine