a parable: a more beautiful noise

A man was heading home. His 2-year-old son, in whom the father delighted, was in the back seat of the vehicle. Many things were weighing on the father's mind. After some time, the young boy who hadn't yet learned adequate speech to carry on any kind of a conversation, broke the heavy silence and began singing a simple song.

The song was not a performance. It was not intended for an audience. The child held no concept that his singing could potentially be evaluated by or impressive to someone listening on.

He was merely expressing the wonder in his heart. He sang for no reason other than, it was what he was moved to do at that moment. For this reason, the child's voice resonated in the Father's ears as absolute purity.

The father considered how a singer with flawless execution of technical skills and emotional delivery could never have pleased him nearly as much as the soft, undeveloped voice of this young boy.

The heart-deep song was full of what many would surely consider serious errors and inaccuracies, but it was genuine and true; and the father could not have imagined a more beautiful noise.