amidst
azure autumnal skies,
a mellifluous tune
floats in ether
emanating from his golden flute.

even the falling leaves 🍂
on hearing such melancholic melody
pirouette like whirling dervishes
before kissing terra firma

the invisible flautist
is everywhere and nowhere,
so close,
yet so far.

he’s a lover, teaser, warrior and philosopher.
someone for whom
even mercurial time and fuzzy clouds sway in ecstasy,
to his unnerving rhapsody


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