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Your lips never touch the flute itself: a column of tremulous breath crosses a tiny gap, enters the flute, and is transformed into the music you love. The music is thus composed of you. Who can measure the abundance of truth and beauty that comes forth as sounds and colors? - - - - - - - - - Like Glen Kappy said in his comment, I too have no knowledge about Kathinka.But I can relate to 'flute' the musical instrument which is associated with Hindu God Lord Krishna., Music inside the flutist comes through his breath to the small hole of the flute and vibrate the world outside.Such a beautiful poem about 'music of flute', thanks for sharing.

daniel, several things on reading this. one, i had never even read or heard the name kathinka, but i easily stayed with the poem from start to finish (me who tends towards brevity, me who am familiar with flutist james galway) . an idea behind this question, When was the moment of discovery? and what follows in that first stanza is something i explore in a poem i posted recently, resonance. i find this stanza intriguing and fascinating Your lips never touch the flute itself: a column of tremulous breath crosses a tiny gap, enters the flute, and is transformed into the music you love. The music is thus composed of you. Who can measure the abundance of truth and beauty that comes forth as sounds and colors? it's the idea of the breath not actually touching, the breath that means so much. one of the things that comes to mind is the transference across synapses, followed by the idea that all that appears solid is mostly space. i expect this idea will resonate in me. nice ending- the image of the music ascending into space. i enjoyed this poem. glen