And there lies the Music

The flute plays
A melody
Soothing and flowing
I wonder
Who owns the song
And Where lies the music

The dexterous fingers
Playing on the vents
Claim the song
as theirs to play
The wooden pipe boasts too
of having the requisite length
And the characteristic timber

The mind proclaims
Oh so vainly
I am the conceiver,
of those insightful notes
I am the one who guides
those fingers to play
ever so elegantly

But then there came the voice
From the warm depth
of the beating heart
For there arose that feel
That rush of ecstasy
Of knowing the song
Before it was ever heard

For there, flowed the notes
Before they could ever be
written and composed
From there it resonates in many hearts
Those who hear and feel
the same ecstatic rush
and the shared rhythm of the heart

There
In multitude of pure hearts
resonating in a happy rhythm
Where they all sway in gay abandon
Is where, the song belong
And there I feel
lies the music