For Miriam
When silence is clothed with sound,
its outfit can beat a suit,
especially, I’ve found,
when someone plays a flute.
Who? Who? Who? An owl will hoot.
It’s you, you, you, playing your flute.
Acoustic sweetness savored,
as though of fresh-squeezed fruit,
is delicacy-flavored
when someone plays a flute.
Who? Who? Who? An owl will hoot.
It’s you, you, you, playing your flute.
Computers synthesize
flute sounds but can’t compute
emotions that arise
when someone plays a flute.
Who? Who? Who? An owl will hoot.
It’s you, you, you, playing your flute.
Photo by Kate Cox (https://pixabay.com/photos/piano-flut…)
Mario A. Pita
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