The Flute Poem by Monica Engeler

Faraway I heard the whistle of a flute
Playing a beautiful symphony
It echoed along with the flow of air
I closed my eyes without any care
And enjoyed all the harmony
I studied the songs roots
Then I realized it was from another place
Celtic visions floated dreamy tunes
That I could just sway and dance along
Now I had to just find the words to the song.
Can you tell me and I will share them soon
Only lovely melodies flowed without a words trace.

Hand in hand waltzed the black notes insight
My heart entwined the rhythm of yesteryear
Which was just longing for the togetherness of reality?
So gracefully played the flute that there was no uncertainty
Come friend and together we will cry a joyful cheer
Will you promise me that I will hear things right?
One can only assure that there will be nothing wrong
A long the way and far off the creation grew
The flute whistled endless notes of tranquility
And the blowing wind just purified the tendency
It was almost magic caring a tune that was new
Which just leaves you in an endless dream of song?

Please don’t ever stop playing those wonderful refrains
You call music and the world will always listen
The wind will carry the call over and over for you
Dance around a bit and all about will be true
I tell you personally no one will even have to beckon
Your talents for any moment even for an abstains.
A road journeys long adventures waiting for a reply
But a musician listens for the melody to play
In a band or for a solo viewer that will hear him to the end
I wish upon a star for tomorrows to come around the bend
The wind has finally calmed down for a day
And the flute was placed away for another time.