The unstoppered flute,
full open holes,
seemed like the sound of liberation.
No blockage,
exquisite wrapping
for air hugged by structured body.
With breath,
the manifestation of music
sounds,
unequal, divergent,
trilling and keening,
funereal and ecstatic.
The flute dips, sways,
manhandled and stroked,
empty
yet filling the room
with constant change.