The Flautist

Vibrations sound off the keys

Of the glistening instrument

Recently tuned, newly polished

Constantly cleansed, repeatedly practiced

 

The drums sound

Dominantly, courageously, epically

But the flautist doesn't move

 

Her lips stay poised upon the mouthpiece

With nary a sound running out

The beautiful music is yet to be heard

And the crowd gasps, shocked by the surprising move

 

But alas, recovery strikes

The flautist takes a deep, mournful breath

And pounces on her chance

 

The drums sound again

And the flautist once again comes to the mouthpiece of the flute

Harmonious tones fall from the instrument

Like rain from the sky

And the audience hangs on to every unique breath exhaled from the instrument

 

Her debut becomes a success

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I actually play the flute myself (: Reviews are always appreciated!