Solitary Flute

The midnight came with the beautiful solitary sound of a lone flute.
Its haunting melodious sound, that makes your hair stand on end 
Its dreamy like, one can visualise little pixies dancing in the woods   
as the new moon shyly appeared on the velvet blue firmament ... 
although with a treat of cumulus clouds... but I so love clouds,
the leaves on the trees dancing with the breeze,  
the sound of that flute so mesmerising, hypnotising ones whole being,
looking outside it seems as if I were in a fairy land ,        
forever framed in a dream. A dream of peace of understanding a dream of love.
moments like these are rare, very rare indeed ..as he & I sigh,
As I smile, as soft as the touch of a woman,as she kisses softly he's lips 
And the wonderful sound of the flute player...playing on
Like precious elements...grains of sand, that over millennium
develops in-to a momentous explosion, that fuses together like an infusion of love,
and the rhythm set by nature,is all that's needed day and night, night and day...
But we're always in a rush... no time to stand and stare,
running, running around, like demented soulless beings..
Please, please stand still, for I...for I am looking at you...
no one listens on, no one hears, no one cares...no one cares 
no one understands the meaning of those undecipherable words
and so the journey goes on...for we are on a journey, a journey of discovery  
a journey of uncertainty... as the train pull away sounding its whistle,
letting everyone know we're on our way... 
there's quite a lot of familiar faces, faces known to most ...
some unfamiliar faces telling their own stories,
and some in a muted silence...The magic of the journey,
going through darkness and light ...light and darkness
like going through different time zones, as it arrives to a sudden halt...
to the loneliest places on earth... was that station.
but I am no one special , yet am someone, must be somewhere,
or nowhere in search of a different meaning of life ... and love .
As the train came to a sudden stop...that's precisely how it started again...
Suddenly we get moving again...out of that forsaken station, as it were a ghost town...
and so the train gets on the move again...a lovely breeze blowing trough. 
without any warning the sky's open its flood gates,
and an almighty clap of thunder sheath and fork lightning shook the whole earth,
as if -it was tumbling on its own axis.....
Particles, fragmentations of a primitive naked earth in its ageless core...
A  clear sky with a velvety background  the moon light and its stars above.
And that flute player, playing on...hauntingly so 
there's always a meaning to unanswered questions,
being written some place somewhere. Like the last words of Tagore,
this is-the first of many, when a new soul is born...
Who are you they asked, no answer came forward,
as the years passed on the last day of the last sun, 
still asking the same question, who are you ? 
there was no answer...............there never would be.
And so the flute player, played on & on................ & on