Music-Maker

As I sit down on my bed,
My special thing appears to call to me.
It's shining silver glowing like the moon,
I walk over and tough it's soft surface.
It feels like silk.
I think to myself, my thing is a dove,
Soft to touch and her voice is as smooth as
Honey.
She is my perfect, pretty, precious thing that I love.
She tastes like warm milk, it makes me sleepy, and when played correctly so does she.
When I'm sad she'll play sad music with me.
When she's upset she squeals and won't be played.
So beautiful, soft and sweet.
She's my music maker.... My flute.

Why my flute is special.
It was the first instrument I ever picked up, and most people struggle with making a sound at first but not me it took me a few go's but I picked it up quickly and it has just become a part of my every day life. It's my instrument.