Your flute; a hollowed rod
with a series of holes
allowing the flow of breath
desire alone cannot make
music nor can instruction
from an experienced teacher
in order to tame the flute
there has to be a blend
of your spirit; the musician,
with the heart of the listener
and somewhere the fluttering
of a bird's wings allowing
you to catch the breath of wind
capture the song of water
releasing ecstasy and passion
discovering joy and sorrow
and expressing it through
your instrument
permitting your soul to touch
heaven for a little while
peace with the universe
sunlight dancing with the sky,
moonlight laughing with the stars,
lovers' hearts beating as one.
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