On his way to his friends house he gave me a call, “Mom, listen to this song I just made up”. He sang and sang. The words all flowed together perfectly, even through the rock, grungy lyrics there was beauty. His ability to link words to create and evoke feeling was magical and I felt lucky to get to witness his mind first hand.
If he is not talking, he is singing. It is his latest form of expression. For me, it is the latest clue on where Jonathen’s way with words may lead.
