The oldest

is the sharp surprise

of that first note awakening from silence.

She is a new idea,

the turn of fashion,

The first time you hear a joke.


The second

is the sound at the center,

it’s most clear tone.

He is the idea that settles,

a great sweater,

the reason you want laughter.


The youngest

is the first echo of reverberation

as sound leaves you.

The moment you can stop and love the refrain.

He is what comes from a good idea,

the moments when you don’t need fashion.

The soft smile when you hear laughter.