How a Song Starts

January 16, 2015

The case revealed three shining silver parts

Inviting the owner's touch; waiting to be put together.

The first sound sitting inside it, anticipating the beginning breathes of life.

Suddenly it feels the connections being made;

Fingers warming its cool keys, soothing its needs,

As a fresh song flows through it:

A flute.

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