Tuesday - The Maestro

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the way my son speaks in musical notes rather than words. Even the few words he says, such as "Hi!" and "Bye!" come out sounding like musical notes. Each note is a seedling for words that will grow into his speech as language takes root in his mind, but for now they float through the air like the light white seeds of a dandelion, turning and spinning and settling in random patterns in my ears.

( A Song All His Own )