Good Vibrations

Making music

Painting on canvas by pronoia

My daughter played the saxophone 
And my father (her grandfather) said,
“That’s a tomboy-ish thing to do.”
He and his gender limiting.

But the saxophone played by
My daughter’s immature fingers
Sounded pure in the
Evening air.
It wailed with the wind,
Howled at the moon,
And my baying dog’s instincts awakened.
The whole house vibrated and hummed.
Child and animal made music together
As the earth ground its way 
To the close of another day.

And my father (her grandfather) said,
“Should have gotten those earplugs!”

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