The Flute’s Melody Poem by eternal Soul

Today I sit and brood in my threshold
Life’s emptiness engulfs my heart.
A flute in my hand I seem to hold
To make this sorrow and agony depart.

My heart here asks me: Do u know
How to play this flute and in which manner?
I watch perplexed the wild grass grow
The rustle of leaves produces a clamor.

May be I don’t know to play
May be music is a distant learning
But life’s experience makes me say
For an unknown melody-we all are yearning.

Yes, it is indeed true,
A melody is what is all needed,
A lyric shall give us some clue
Toxins of time which have to be weeded.

The flute in which there are holes
Makes me wonder about some of our faults.
Imperfection and inability still rolls
Giving way to troubles and minor assaults.

Music often has been a soothing friend
When lonely and solitary, she always stands by..
The agony of our lives shall never end
But melodies of ecstasy, in our hearts they shall lie.