I was a professional flutist, and performed in orchestras and symphonies,
To express the sheer joy of living, like the birds sing to summer's breeze.
Becoming accomplished took many years, and I'd played since childhood,
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Part 2: And speaking about flutists, the very first name/ image that comes to my mind is that of Lord Krishna. Epics speak vividly about His prowess as a flutist. And many songs in my mother tongue is dedicated to His songs on flute.
How many forms of wind! Wind dancing in a flute to ‘storm in a tea-cup' to storms, typhoons, cyclones, blizzards, what not! (Contd)
Beautiful poem, enchanting! "All creation dances, to one and the same symphony! " That's a wonderful revelation. I had always thought that "wind" is the biggest wonder of the world, after ‘life'"
I wish I continued with my guitar lessons but I realised I wouldn't be good
Brilliantly expressed, delightful to read and read again. To my favourites. I play clarinet, but not recently. Arthritic thumbs, the right one I broke years ago, is painful to to rest the clarinet on.
A fabulous poem with great imagery! Loved reading this elegant piece of work...all stars.
You have my deepest appreciation for your thoughtful kind remarks.
Beautiful poem.Tons of stars and myfav