The Flute Player

 

A patron of the arts

sits upon a warm cushioned chair

within a concert hall of

acoustical refinement.

 

Outside, in the cold,

a down-and-out man

in coarse and dirty clothing

settles in upon the hard pavement.

 

An orchestra of many tune up;

a concordance of rich harmonious notes

bring alive a deeply stirring composition.

 

The man outside pulls a flute

out of a soiled pocket of his

threadbare jacket

and positioning the instrument to his lips

plays a haunting singular tune.

 

Music knows no boundaries ...

 

It is simply the way of things.

 

                                               -    Rosie