Somewhere in her heart’s beat and inner ear, she could hear the sweetest rhythm and melodies – lost in translation as they filtered through her broken channels.
The talented band leader/musician renowned for discovering and elevating new talents to stardom cringed whenever he heard her off-kilter tonality, and discounted her creativity.
He did not realize nor think to dig beyond encased marble to discover that she was imbued with wild magic’s ingenuity.
He soon avoided her questions, countering them with deflections, as he focused upon his own conquests because his marriage was failing.
When she begged for guidance, he outright rejected her – believing she had no talents, whatsover, after the most brief assessments.
He was not attuned to seeking outside the realm of his own understanding.
Once a fragile creative, himself, he’d learned to become commanding.
Had he known about psychology, and how trauma suppresses and distorts emergence…
Had he decided to let the great love that poured freely from him to others fill the little girl to brimming beyond her vessel’s holding…
He would have discovered the miracle he’d searched for of love’s unending expansion – and his granddaughter would have carried on his legacy.
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