Magic Flute

Eyes we need not playing the flute
You just need to feel the magic.
Also, you need a heart & a soul that's full.
Picking that flute up, sounding it feverishly
Such a glorious sounds .
His fingers as he play's each and every note,
Playing from memory the blind man magically
Plays each and every memorable note engraved on his mind
All he needs is to feel within, with his mind heart and soul
His fingers feeling achieving those hauntingly sounds
Whispering sounds pure crystal clear
Tear's silently flowingly in the night as darkness sets in
I love the silence of the night it's so easy to think,
It's the best time to write when everyone's asleep.
Like that  flute player forever in the dark
In his mind's mind, he can feel each and every note.
All he needs is the wind from his lips, hardly a whisper,
Reaching a crescendo hauntingly higher and higher
Making my skin tingle, my hair standing on end
As if an orchestra of angels keeping him in tune,
A light eliminating from his sightless eyes.
The smile on his face, enough satisfied.
Calmly I walk away angry frustration within me
Far from peaceful feeling the energy in me,
Walking from, the ignorance of those
That better should have known
Callously belittling he, they know not the meaning!
Crossing the byways the slant of the crescent moon ,
Lighting his face where he stood...sounding his flute.
At the cafe, no guitar strings tonight,
The blind man making love to his flute
His music,through the night
Sounds carrying in the wind, in the darkness of the night.
My tears flowing silently the flowers before my eyes,
Their beauty perpetually...in awe.
Echoing the sounds all around.
Too many spoken words, a right cacophony of sound,
Please let there be silence,
So I can hear the beautiful sounds, of the blind flute player.
To the tune of love and love lost and the shelter of home.
Reaching a crescendo bringing shivers to my spine
That magic flute and I wondrous sound...                          

                        By Connie James...