listening to the sweet call of a flute

Music is so ancient.

It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.

For they may sound different,
But really, they aren't so strange.

It's the same notes, same melody,
Thousands of years apart.

ominouspoet

VT

14 years old

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