The Flute

hear it crying on the radio

heart crying down below

hard white metal to soft lips

light down low

 

hear her cries amped by karaoke

playing like an angel in the night

slenderness in a new dress awes me

subtle breath of life in the sound

 

hear touch warm and trembling

heart calmed immediately at her side

claimed her love for me had died

hear her voice now, clear and round