Maybe It Is

I'm a less-than-completely-confident musician, but when I see Annalee dance to the music I play sometimes I have to ask myself, "Just how bad can my music be if someone is dancing that well to it?" My favorite is when she is having a hard go of life for a little while, when we're between trips to the playground, or she is feeling teething pain and no longer wants to play with toys, and I pick up my guitar. I'll grab it knowing that she may be up for it or not, and ready to put it down in a hurry if now is not the time. At any rate, on certain such occasions, Annalee will start nodding her head in rhythm, get her feet going, and then start a whirling, bobbing, rock-and-roll dance that I would have predicted a minute before wouldn't happen. And somehow it seems for a moment that music is healing the both of us, and maybe it is.