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The Magic of a Flute Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s33.erols.com Fri, April 18, 1997 at 4:44AM |
There are times when I hear simple melody
And try to place myself in a high tree
So I can hear the simple wail of flutes
Which do float on breezes to my moat
And when the sound arrives at water's edge
I do then jump down and stand on the ledge
As I wait for lyrical and pretty harmony
To come and pamper me with its tease
Of classical bent, or even light jazz
For no matter what, there's much joy had
Just listening to the beauty and magic
Which soothes me so - there's no tragic
Consequences of being thus very moved
For love, respect and admiration ensue
And as I lay back beside the water
And listen to the sounds unquartered
I know in time I will soon partake
Of a meeting - at some pretty lake
And then I will become one with her
And we shall be likewise stirred ...
- Tristram