Music of the flute

 The clear silver frame,
holds an unexpected beauty,
of a multidimensional sound.
A sound of multiple emotions.
Where tears and laughter,
walk hand in hand.

My fingers swiftly move across the keys,
fusing my heart with each unique melody.

 The baby sleeps on the soft, gentle sounds,
where joy dances on the cheerful tunes,
and tears are shed in moving ballads.
Every fiber of my heart feels the chords,
and the music makes me fall in love.

 Is life without music a possibility?
Even in the silence the heart plays,
uncountable melodies of the soul.
Nature also breaths the fresh air of music,
in the birds, trees, wind and mammals.
If music is the air we breathe,
how can we breathe without music?

 The butterflies fiddle the violin,
the birds whistle the melodic flute,
the elephants beat the strong drums,
the bees buzz the elegant cello,
while the kitten walks the piano keys.

Music is the air I breathe.
In the songs that I sing,
In the sounds I play on the flute,
and the melody the piano gives me.
Where music is made,
knowledge fades,
and the heart speaks.

In my hand is the silver frame,
and my heart sings,
uncountable different melodies.
My hands swiftly move across the keys,
embracing the ever-changing sound.

My heart is a flute,
and I play it vividly.