In these precious bodies
We pass down the ability to do things
A father sits backlit by a beer cooler
Watching his son thrash around the stage covering Mars Volta songs
Devilish trance and angelic squirmishes
The feedback lingers at large
Odd time signatures
and sometimes seemingly no time at all
He was a vibraphone player
His son a fretless bassist shining in blue lights
Sweat and drool flying from zig-zag barbershop edges
But this life
THIS life
Is only so long
And our bodies slowly tighten and crumble
Under the weight and stress of gravity and time
What a gift to give
To watch your offspring shake the way you used to be able to shake
Whip their fingers about the way you used to
Feet carefully finding their place heel to toe in the tick-tock of a samba rhythm
But you've done all of that before
Now it's time to sit back and forget your achey bones for a time
and listen through the years of your creation in pride and amazement