Love Song: Flute
Your touch upon the flute begins hesitant, tentative and so wavers the tune you seek.
Yet, as you feel the drum pulse through your very skin, tongue and fingerings wildly respond, more from instinct than mere knowledge.
You play to rhythms older than human memory, enticing a quickening beat, pounding ever faster, until you pin one very special, vibrant note and, for a moment, suspended, There is silence...
Then, a moan ...and mischievous final run to add yet another quiver to the song.
And so you know the power, found within this melody unwritten, to fan your lover's fire.
Royce Sykes
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