flute
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Once Upon A Time
There was a piper.
Not just any piper,
But a piper with a magical flute.
As he played his flute,
Children would follow,
But what happened one day
This piece of metal
weak silver metal
This useless piece...
of shining metal.
Why useless?
There is a world
Where I was from
Full of black, and white, and grey.
But then I saw
A silver line
Come through on misty day.
It's hard like steal,
But small and light
Rolling steps, feet in timeThis art, this love of mine"Find your dot," run it back Endurance, something I can not lackTooting tunes, forward slidesMaking sure our lines align Marching band is what I love"Woodwinds cut holes in your gloves!"Put on
Rocking with the beat of a thousand breaths
My eyes following the language of symbols
Synchronized with a hundred other masters
My fingers moving quick and nimble
An instrument you may be
you hold souls of old
and play the merry spirits of past days.
You speak of sorrow,
and of joy,
and many emotions in between.
Your silver sheen
reflects both
Silver wisps stream
Soar
Whirling through crisp air
Embracing shadows
Mysterious melodies fly in the moonlit sky
Silent sounds surround
A flautist’s silhouette dances across the snow
