The pan flute

Filtering through

The white noise

Smothering the chaos

And Nonsensical toys

Massaging temples

Forcing me

To relocate

And just be

Ave Maria

Playing softly

Hitting the high notes

This will cost me

Ignoring the repercussions

I continue to listen

As he continues

To send his breath

Down the beautifully

Carved wooden tubes

Mastering the manipulation

Of the body mind and soul

Of all whom stop to listen

As the music is drawing to an end

Another day will go by with

A tear falling from eyes

Red from all that’s happened, is happening

Will happen.

Begging for the pied piper not to stop

He can’t hear me but, resumes his

Melody. Knowing he’s caught another soul

And will lead the way

With the understanding I will follow….