Triad

Three generations
Consonance and dissonance
Like notes in a chord

Let there be music
That relates and resonates
Marches, polkas, fugues

We sing and we dance
We trip lightly and with grace
Each to our own tune

Sometimes we collide
Choreography all wrong
The dance still goes on

We learn by doing
Counterpoint and melody
Three beats to a waltz

Leitmotif, our lives
So connected yet apart
We are mystery