Music and movement

I went to see my teenage autistic students today.

A girl who loves to repeat sung phrases and improvises long stories.
A boy who is inert and unresponsive until he hears the guitar. His face comes alight and his body is tilted towards the instrument.
A boy with a thatch of red hair who dances to the music with his arms and elbows while he is sitting down.
And two more boys that I will come to know better.

I watch them with their teacher. It will be my turn next week, and I feel a quiet happiness.