I’m told if your child listens to classical music
he will know beauty as he grows
and his mind will drift to heaven.
This is what I want for you, my son.
When you gaze into the sky one autumn evening
and see the starlings climb above the horizon
their collective stipple on the setting sun
expanding and contracting like the bellows
of an accordion, the music will stir your soul.
When you walk beside the ocean and feel the ebb
and flow of the swells, the waves pulsing to the shore
you will feel the pull of the violin bow and your gait
will slow to match the rhythm of the moon drunken tide.
When in the years to come you sit with your son
lap filled with the essence of who you are
you will want him to know the face of God
and you will play him a symphony too.