The Song of a Flute


It presents smooth, silver disks for keys
and a body reflecting glints of white.
A singing spear under the hands of expertise

An instrument of pure moonlight
with an angelic yet throaty voice
that, at first, feels feather-light.

Now one must make the choice
to hold up the wintry contraption
which suffuses the air with quiet poise.

Its dynamic shape repels contraction
for a maze of ornamental rods
whose complex paths incite distraction.

It puts up no false facades,
tipped with an elegant platform for the lips
to alight on, showered in twinkling applause.

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