The destroyed me...

Flute and anklet

Late night,sitting on the window shill,he picked up his flute..

The music carried notes,not spoken,just felt,not heard,but experienced..

A longing for lover..

Standing outside his chamber,she looked from afar..

She had woken up from sleep,the flute was too much it seemed..

He smiled,hearing the tinkling bells of her anklets..

Again the flute shed tears,as he sat,in the garden,watching the stars..

And she stood afar,both sleepless..

She never dared to ask .

He dared not go closer..

For her anklets were not as silent as his flute..

It had woken up soemone else too..

Quitely nights after nights the flute sang,the song of love,of hope,of dream..

And of pain..

A day came,when she finally came..

Draped in the finest drapes,

Her bridal veil following her footsteps..

And taking the flute in her hands,breaking it apart..

Yet where was he,who blew the flute,who sang the songs..

Where was he,whose heart beat was the flute,

The vacant garden,the broken palace answered..

He was no more..