Magic Flute *****

Magic Flute

Eyes we need not, to play the flute
We just need to feel
We need a soul-deep...Within
Picking, a much-beloved flute, making a sound
Such a glorious sound
Fingering as we play each and every note
As from memory, the blind man plays
It's engraved in his soul his heart each memorable note.
I love the silence of the night
It's so easy to think
It's the best time to write when everyone asleep
Like the flute player forever in the dark
He can see each note in his mind
As he runs his fingers along the flute
It's so wonderful to just sit and listen to him play
Such pure sounds exuding from his flute
As if a choir of angels keeping him in tune
Feeling angry and frustrated,
Moving, on my way
Far from peaceful, as I wash my hands
From the ignorance of those;
Crossing the highways and byways
With the crescent of a new moon just
Lighting, the closed up cafe
No guitar strings tonight
But the blind flute player sitting across the road
Playing in the wind
Like a dream whispering in the breeze
With my tears silently running
Listening to him...
Too many words spoken such a cacophony of sounds
Let there please be silence
So I can just listen, this wondrous flute player
Bringing me back, memories from home
Of love and love lost
The shelter of him, his arms
Still can hear the blind man playing
His magic flute!