It’s unstoppable. Rushing, water plays her flute; All become zombies!
Right now verdant, beautiful state of Kerala, in South India is in the grip of swirling flood waters like never before (in recent times) Land slides,deaths and destructions are rampant..This water rich state is flummoxed by this backlash
Dancing the swelled waves of the deep, swimming clouds leap out to reach over the sunny sky.
Blow out a cool kiss on the bank of the blue Ganges of the skies. The lips that kiss the bottomline play the flute. Listen, singing chorus rains down, bouncing back to earth the only open-through planet!
Look up to the sun Your face cooling down The wind blowing soft Carrying soft tones Can you hear it? It's her playing the flute Calming down her heart
Spin around in circles Feel the sun Heating up your blood With an upbeat song Can you hear it? It's her playing the flute Wanting to dance
Cover your head The rain is pouring You cry your first tears Hearing a heartbreaking melody Can you hear it? It's her playing the flute Drowning in sorrow
Feel the pain Taking over your body You hated her so much High notes piercing your ears Can you hear it? It's her playing the flute Crying for help
Fall into the grass Like she fell in love with you The sun is setting You whistle to the loving melody Can you hear her? It's her playing the flute Forgiving you
Empty of yourself From the deepest Let the air flow through In controlled way, blow through Unmute Like a flute Now play your tune In your lune Sing and dance plenty What an ecstasy!
I am the flute, And I am the wind, I blow through its chute, I make its tune so cute, If thou are of the love, Must listen to it now, And will know its creed, For in reed lies its magnificent breed.
Breathe of mind relaxing Inhaling deep, waving the head See-saw along with the flow When it pitches the high note Notice my eyebrows frowning with stress Sweetness with a slight smile Imagining a brighter view No illusions, just the wind Blowing low to the green fields The flute kept the balance Rhythmic taste of a China flute
The flute with small calm to a high pitch is a beautiful music to enjoy inside our head with the eyes closed.
Click clack click* We left the comfort of the amethyst curtain Onto the stained wooden stage The room is wide and filled with echoes I stare into the red seats where identical faces sit They show no emotion and I want them to feel Feel anger, joy, sadness, something My instructor paces across the stage towards the microphone Hello Suddenly the words that were to follow turn into muffles All I can hear is my heart beat They sound like quarter notes The muffles end once my instructor is back in my sight He exhales and smiles The burning lights make him look like a god He raises the baton and I forget everything 1...2...3... We play the keys robotically but we breathe humanity The notes trace our fingers and play your heart strings Our slurs curve your lips into a smile We want you to feel joy We want you to remember childhood memories It's not just kids with instruments There are stories being told We put our life into the instruments We remember being called fools And how we were wasting our time We tell you our stories through these notes Hoping you will feel what we felt But we'll never know until the final note When the baton goes down and we bow to the crowd It's exhilarating
In a dream a spider swallows a snake and smiles like a giant yellow sunflower being kissed by bees who dance wildly with the wind as it turns white with anticipation. The snake charmer plays his tune. The spider dances, rising up, stretching, elongating. Her legs disappear, drawing into her body where they turn into a flickering tongue that protrudes from her lips. She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves in the air to the melody, begins to sing a sultry, hissing song. Then the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating to her song's cadence. And the charmer is himself charmed. He sits in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around him and the spider looking like a snake swallows them both.
rapture derived in every note the music of the seductive flute beguiling enchanting to love's ear all embracing the beauty is to hear enfolding caressing with a chord pleasuring dear a tone woven so near
