my youngest child is a composer. in my head, i always think of him as "the maestro".
he just loves to make music.
and i think it's especially delightful that he goes at it, all decked out in his red, plushy, "like rich people wear" robe.
somehow, it just works for him. ☺
at any given time, he can be found at the piano, experimenting, putting new tunes together.
and when he gets really serious, out comes the staff paper
i'm glad that he enjoys this part of music. while i have never even considered writing music, it just streams out of some people naturally... what a blessing that must be!
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