the flute

The Concert Hall

An orchestral flood,

 

Loud and passionate,

 

The music reaches all corners of the Great Concert Hall,

 

A triumphant crescendo.

 

Near silence follows.

 

The tempo changes,

 

The volume drops,

 

A flute whispers.

 

A melody almost childlike,

 

Clear but barely audible.

 

A lullaby or a hymn,

 

Or a love song. Or a poem.

 

The audience listens in tense expectation.

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