You! Daughter of Hollowness,
Born of bamboo tree,
Sing songs of happiness,
Keep me melancholy free.
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A magical lyric. I can hear the flute playing through each line and stanza of this appealing piece. Music is the very soul of poetry. May the song never end. As always, Sandra
Play on your melody of love, where would we be without music. Bob
Thank you for a lovely and graceful tribute to the flute. My instrument is made of silver rather than bamboo but I also treasure the solace, elation and spiritual union that its tones and songs can provide.
'Play on, play on, to you salute, You become my lyre and lute' Rachel Ann Butler