Teenkool Teenkool, she sings.

My heart thrusts downwards and eyes instinctively shut, probably as a tool to focus harder on what has instantaneously become the most awe wow wonderful sound that danced its way into these ears. Her voice already light in air and softly pushing still playfully discovered syllables out into space brings out a musical whimsical angelic tone to her voice in any given scenario but to now hear her mimicking the inflection that rises and falls in a universally mysterious pleasing blanket of song has punched me pow smack in the heart like a breeze. Music. My little girl is singing. Wow.

Lyka dime ma.

I open my eyes and see her face filled up max high with concentration and passion and feeling and think oh my she is beautiful strong smart and trying to reconcile that her memory can match a sound with a tune at that age. The room is now filled with pause not silence, just an interlude between one line to the next and I know it because I can see her face not letting go of the wonderful rhythm that she has strung together and I have to keep myself from instinctively egging her on by taking my washed up dried through interpretation of the song forward and sure enough without looking at me but still staring outwards looking inwards trying to find the right words devout of meaning only sounds she opens her mouth moves her lips and

Sekighhh.

I think of the concerts the albums the headphones glued to my ear walking through cities countries fields out with friends with lovers with no one but myself stuck in some ethereal unreal place with a song that lifts me or keeps me pleasurably down and I think of the power that music and song has over my emotions my thoughts my life. I think of the songs that connect me to humanity through time and space, audio representing a chord on the emotional spectrum with no language to adequately represent it felt by someone in the past transmitted in the present so I can feel it too. I think of the spontaneous chaos of improvised random tunes intoxicatingly experimented with in parties in basements in god who the heck even knows what time it is places bonding me to others. I think that music is special but no music has ever been so special as the song I am listening to now by this tiny heart that is reflecting mine.    

Teenkool Teenkool.

I love her.

And abruptly, her song ends. She snaps out of her trance, looks at me looking at her, and says, Dada. Down. I move her from my arms to the floor and watch her tiny legs ungracefully move into the kitchen. She reaches high to the lowest cupboard door and manages to grab the handle. Dadaaaa. Eerie ohs. I grab her cereal and let her reach into the bag. A growing repertoire of sounds are cracking open the window to her brain. It is nothing short of magic.