Flute music

When our mouths touched, 

I awoke, no longer just steel and keys,

 no longer just an instrument, 

finding my true element in the colors,

 textures of sound, sound meeting sunlight,

 the glint and breeze of an open window, 

sound combing the two maple trees,

 sound seeing the eyes of a cat clawing at soil, 

echoes running with the children  wielding water guns, 

echoes mingling with their laughter.

 I lost myself - as steel, silver-sheen 

- and found myself within the spaces of your heart, 

within the notes and spaces between, 

within all the tumult of liquid art, 

within the souls of the illustrious dead. 

I found myself most blessed when like a child immersed in water, 

I was immersed in the flow of your feeling and love, and silence knows the rest...

Reviews

[lightsong]

now that what I call an original unique piece! REAL vivid passions not written but felt! when love surrounds us everywhere, embrace us with its enchanting magical spell, we hear, see, smell, feel, inhale and exhale love everywhere... this bliss can even last through separation times, Superb write my friend!

[Vivian Gospel]

I wanted people to feel. And not always think.

[Davidgeo]

Sound that echoes within.

Lose yourself and then find yourself... by yourself.

I talk to myself too. It's how I find myself.

[Vivian Gospel]

People dont understand us hence. Our loved ones least of all. All they want to do is bolt and flee.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem Vivian.
"I found myself most blessed when like a child immersed in water,
I was immersed in the flow of your feeling and love, and silence knows the rest."
I loved the above lines. Good music can take us to relax and better places. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Vivian Gospel]

I owe you four reviews now. You are very sweet.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome Vivian.

[barleygirl]

It's clever to come up with the premise that a person is like a soundless instrument before love & then this person turns into a lively note-filled arrangement after love. I love all the ways you convey a sense of uninhibited & originally-crafted imagery for all the senses. I do not feel your poem is a fully-realized explosion of "music" (seemingly your central theme, given the title). I'm not sure this matters, but it's just an observation. Good job infusing your message with fresh ideas (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Vivian Gospel]

Music and love are analogous to me. So yeah, one can read one into another.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

When love ripples ike music notes and flows like water who’s can ask for more- the notes played are a symphony of two as one- wonderful🌹

[Vivian Gospel]

Sure. Music is the rhythm of life. Being an amateur flautist myself, couldn't agree more.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

GLad we agree🌹

[Chris Shaw]

I like the way you have woven sounds along with nature in this poem. It is softly spoken and warms the reader's heart. Nice writing. A love affair with the flute. I can understand that.

Chris

[Vivian Gospel]

The music it brings can be something else altogether.

[Chris Shaw]

Indeed it can. Music can also take you to places where poetry thrives.

[Vivian Gospel]

Poetry is an extension of our thoughts. Music is therefore a rhythm inside of us already. Some hear. Some don't.

[Chris Shaw]

I am thankful, that I hear it :))

[Vivian Gospel]

You do surely.