Rich, liquid tones,
blend with the crystal clear melody,
occasionally,
a booming, earthy note harmonizes
with the others.

A serious look,
a rigid back,
a mother seated
on an amber-cushioned bench.

Brand new,
yet it looks
as if it has always
been there.

Other presents
discarded
by a pile of wrapping paper.

A father,
with a glint of pride
in his eyes,
stands watching,
and listening
to his chosen one
create music
from a sheet
of white paper
with a few black
scratches on it.

His heart swells
as he sees his gift
in use, chosen a
bove all others.