A Rested Development
A whole note met a half note, who was half his age.
They fell in love and got married; as was all the
rage.
When he was young; a sixteenth note; he was a rebel and
all of that.
He’d worked with big rock bands like Iron Maiden and
Ratt.
She worked in pop for artists like Girls Aloud,
Her work was not hard but of it she was proud.
One day whilst working for the same band.
They grew close, fell in love, and even held each
other’s hand.
He was funny, handsome, and rather smart.
In fact that was how, He’d won her heart.
She was youthful, pretty, and full of life.
This was how she’d convinced him to make her his wife.
It was not long before, as their love blossomed and
grew,
They found out they were no longer to be two.
They were to be parents to a new musical note,
They were happy and joyful, and began to gloat.
“Our child” they exclaimed “will have a life of
thrills”
“For with our musical lineage he’ll have excellent
skills!”
The happy day came to pass soon enough,
It was then
when things began to get tough.
Together they were parents to a beautiful boy.
But when it came to making noise he seemed rather coy.
As the weeks and months passed, he made no sound.
He just sat silent, as if his lips were bound.
His parents were so ashamed of his lack of noise;
They hid him away, alone and without any toys.
When it came his time to go to school,
They feared their boy would never be cool.
Eventually when they were beyond distraught,
It was a doctor’s help they sought.
They explained “Doctor we’re desperate we don’t know
what to do!”
“Our boy can’t even get a sound out of a kazoo!”
“Doctor its catastrophic our boy you see is aphonic,
Anyone would think he’s allergic to anything sonic.”
The doctor pondered the problem for what seemed like
an age,
He ordered tests whilst musing and reading books like
a sage.
As the boy was tested, poked and prodded around,
He was sad and hurt but did not utter a sound.
His chin did wobble and his eyes filled with tears,
He often wondered why he was not like his peers.
The days and months past and soon became years,
And still there was no answer to allay their fears.
The doctor did not know what to do or say,
And so he eventually he had to send them away.
The boy was referred to an expert in musical reverberation,
To try and coax forth some small communication.
When he arrived it was the consultant he saw.
It seemed like hours but it was not long before,
After she examined him and read his notes again,
A shriek of eureka she did exclaim!
“You see there is nothing wrong with your boy,
He is neither dim-witted nor broken like a toy.
The fact he does not make a din,
Is not itself an unforgivable sin.
For you see it turns out he’s just a musical rest,
And in my opinion he’s one of the best!
For he’s no different from anyone else; his career in
music has only just started,
There’s nothing to be ashamed of, there’s no need to
be parted.
The odd rest here and there may not make a sound,
But together
with musical notes they hold their own ground.
Alone a rest is quiet, alternatively a note is noise,
But together they make music with grace and poise.”
Upon hearing the diagnosis his parent’s did smile.
At last their son was no longer on trial.
They both held their boy and hugged him with pride.
“Thank you doctor” they both cried.
“Son you‘re special and destined for great things!
With your talent my boy you could perform for kings!”
Smiling they left the doctor’s office,
Knowing their boy was not a dunce or novice.
United at last
and without any shame,
The family went
off to seek their fortune and fame.
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