Flute Playing Raya

The sound of thy flute brings forth a magical transformation in the contours of my mind.

I hear it with awe not knowing how it teleports me from one emotion to the other.

Glimpses of sages carrying incense across the Himalayas, of the genesis of cedar trees and how it bore its first fruit, of an infant's smile and of an old man's theatrical mishap rush through my inconsistent brain, coagulating my thought process to the extent of an outright euphoria.

The summer wind gushes across my hair as i crave for more, the blue sky is clear with bales of cotton clouds.

The dried leaves of the water deprived rose springs to life to the sound of thy jewel like notes.

Then suddenly you stop, you realize that i'm listening, shy as you've always been you walk away towards the field across the pond.

You know that I'll follow you and stalk you forever, because thy music makes me feel like i'm in a bizzare love triangle.

You are scared, sweating, you heart throbs like you just had an undaunted orgasm; i can't see you, i can't read your face, i can just read thy music.

I have deja Vus looking at you and listening to your unfathomable breves and minims of birth and rebirth.

I get mum but I've got lots and lots to say and even lots more to play back.

You smile at me, those eyes, those lips, that touch, that extraordinary pitch, the feel, the sound, its all a colossal enigma.

I want you in my arms, just to kiss you, a deep passionate kiss, for who you are and what you make me!