the trees cast their shadows
as the nightfall proceeds
then i heard a flute from a distance
loud enough to disturb someone’s imagination
so i went out to see and to hear clearly…
up in the roof, a man pours out his gloom
i took out my guitar and join
the flowing desperation
“well, who needs inspiration?”
so we let it all out!
we let it all out!
we let it all out!
he’s not alone, i’m not alone
in this certain loneliness
as the moon and stars look on
we smiled and pray for the last time
too, too, too… root…
but the flutist faded away…
© 1989 Darem Placer
The Flutist
