These days the sound of music fills our home, and my heart overflows.
Still too little to reach, he finds a way.
Rarely does he find breakfast before his fingers find the keys, this one. His gift is ours, really. What greater joy than to hear him play. To hear the sound of his joy dancing through the halls.
With a few simple chords, his budding and mellow personality melds with his instrument. Tranquility. Beauty in the simple things.