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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Right there on my bed we sat
I played his flute, as he creased my ***** cat
Mazen Edlibi Feb 2016
I declared today..that... I will stop...
I will put things on the shelf...
I will dance my Last Dance with my words to you on those papers...
With all my happiness and sadness, I'll stay behind the scene of Love writing its plot without being on the stage....
Without asking fate or destiny to give me the role of lover..the role of Hero!
I give it a try and couldn't tolerate the distance...!
I give it a chance and I felt the time is not with me...is not my alliance..!
I felt I'm the silent and mysterious composer!
I'm sorry...
I loved my moments with you...
I hate my time without you...
But...
It is the time to...
Calm down
&
Carry on...Alone!
or
Deeply alone!
When leaving things behind became the only gift left for me!
Mazen Edlibi Feb 2016
When the note is hit...it is a journey to unknown places!
With Each blow...With each movement of fingers on the flute...The Heart strayed emotionless of the surroundings!
Each Inhale and Exhale....the Pain dances with my Heart!
The Dance between Life and Death!
The Dance won't happen without
The Flute~~~~
Rob Kingston Oct 2015
If he were alive today,
I would send birthday wishes his way.
For he fills my heart with happiness,
As his words sing out with spectacular displays.

From beyond the stars, beyond the moons,
Beyond the galaxies and the milky ways.
His words continue to resonate
His flute carries them this way.

His legacy around for hundreds of years,
His message, one so clear.
Combining and encouraging all nature to be,
All loving and sincere.

© Robert Kingston 30.9.15
A poem to celebrate the life of Rumi. Written for his birthday. He remains as one of my favourite poets.
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"In the world of mortals there's no greater perfection than music."
~ Impeccable Space Poetess

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Divine music beats
bombard my being
as non-rippened ripples

The surface of my ear drums aches
without perfectly harmonious
sounds
complementing

Roses blossom in a quiet garden,
some lavish quietudes here, where
I've got enough peace and not
the right space for a siren's songs
enthralling enchantment

Searching at the random pace
for the most peculiar music ~
thunders in my thoughts!

Those undiscovered waves
appear as lustrous song lenghts,
as limbs of a sound corpus slumbering
in the solace of silence and rhythm

Deep bits bite my emptiness
and this wanton yearning  
forces me to reflect upon
this uncultivated
wilderness
and
what's there to miss at all means

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lovable etudes
classical chello drifts
bansuri flutes


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*In the world of mortals perfection does not exist!?*

Auuughhhhhh......... still searching for the perfect music!!!!
..........at this stage of my life. Please, please! If you have your most beloved music, post it as a link here. Thank you from the depths of my yearning heart!
Amitav Radiance May 2015
The flute yearns
for the lips to kiss
Dancing fingers
In rhythm
Nature’s tunes
Play hide n seek
Music of the soul
Reflects
celestial harmony
The quiet flute
melody
ribboning through the
murk that surrounds
my heart
sings it's way in
all the way in
to the center
where it belongs
where it weaves it's way
like a water snake
amongst the tangled reeds
of my worries
and barriers
gently pulling them
from their roots
and tying them into
beautiful bundles
each with an ethereal
flutesong bow
burden-bundles
song-swept away
unravelled
one by one
lifted by the
floating echo

a life song
rests
in my core.
R. Carlos Nakai is a native American flute player.  I was listening to his enchanting music when I wrote this.
Dear love, to you, what love can I bring?
A fountain to fill your cup
A flute to let pass your breath
A bed sheet to comfort you
A bird to fly and sing with you
But suffer not my eyes and my lips
To hunger for your face
And in thirst for your well
My heart cries in joy to you
I love you, O my beloved

Let countless years pass by and end
I can be a wave and you an endless ocean
A searching bee and you the flower garden
A lowly blade of grass and you the green valley
A faint shade and you the shining lamp
A sweet memory and you the soul possessing it
I don’t know my love’s own depth
Just that this foolish, silly love
Has no beginning and no end
I love you, O my beloved
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Amitav Radiance Dec 2014
The flute catches the music in the air
Every note dances ecstatically
A playful duet that pleases the heart
Silence becomes more gorgeous
Listening to the flute is a realization
Entwined in the caress of the pristine air
The oneness with it, a revelation
Silence
inside a train
is the only sound
of life outside.

Along a road
a melody grows
flirting
with the countryside.

The river
wide and turgid
flows
to a relentless rhythm.

Sometimes
a flute plays
between rays of sunshine
and whispering winds.

Clouds swell
in a darkening sky
to the groans
of a sombre trombone.

Inside
listen to the rain
watch it slash
at the window panes.
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