My Child

My child makes me weep

With his casual beauty,

His unassuming gentleness

And razor-sharp wit.

The music he plays

Touches my soul,

His fingers fly over the keys

Coaxing and caressing

Such astonishing harmonies

That I would eavesdrop, shamelessly,

A lifetime, to hear each precious note.

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