Flute

 Sometimes I look over

And I see two sleeping bodies

Curled into balls at my feet

Chests rising and falling just off rhythm.

I hear music in my head

a flute with just a few gentle chords

One and two and a trill at the end?

A slow, sweet melody

Inexplicable, really.

Sometimes I stand outside

And I look up at the sky 

There are clouds and maybe a bird

I hear music in my head

a flute with just a few gentle chords

One and two and a trill at the end?

A soft little tune

A nostalgic note of memory

Sometimes I finish a book

And I return to my body

A little bereft and suspended

I hear music in my head

a flute with just a few gentle chords

One and two and a trill at the end?

A sad, wistful thing

That leaves me wishing to hear it again.