The Flute and I

It sings with joy of being played,
As I gently press the key of this precious item.
The connection between us is amazing,
But also weird at the same time.

I listened to it as it had a mind of its own,
As I flick the page, it pushed on.
The notes dance and prance,
Waiting to hear their sound.

She only wants to be here tomorrow,
To sing her new, joyful song.
With harmonies and melodies,
For each other to sing.