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.