May 15, 2012 4.46pm
It’s only a flute, but its so good
It makes the tiniest sounds, so cool
Sounds so small and so cute
Coming from so narrow a chute
This tiny piece is a brute, something of an a-hole
Peppering and punishing the lips with it’s blow hole.
This flute whose sounds so soothes
Magical, its effects chasing away unwanted soot
Its melodious timbre flows so smooth
When played under the embrace of the moonlit skies
Its so small yet so strong
Its voice carried far and all night long
Into the far reaches of hearts once high-strung
Melting away all the fears harbored there so long.
This flute will play,
Even when the owner is no more
This flute will keep singing its song
Yes, it will not be silent for long
Soon, it finds another windpipe young and strong
Through which it will once more delight a throng.