To A Flautist....

I loved your performance last night! Lots of people there did. However, for me it was a special experience. As I sat there lost in the music I closed my eyes and I recognized the music I’d heard you make while I lay in bed next to you or while I was doing something else in another room. And I pictured you sitting cross legged and playing. You yourself lost in the ecstasy of the music you make. And then I opened my eyes and I saw you and there was just you and me. And you were playing. And I was listening. And there was no one else. And I saw the person I love to cuddle – with your sweet dimple and darting eyes which I so love to kiss; the warm hands which hold me holding the flute and moving so beautifully; your leg beating out the rhythm coursing through your body. And I relived the love I felt for this passionate person. A person who had followed his passions and was living it. In his music and his work. And I marveled at you. And I reveled in the knowledge that I knew you like no other person in that room did. And it made me feel tender and passionate towards you. And then the music stopped.

And I opened my eyes and watched you speak. And then I saw the people around me. Saw the way you won their hearts. And I smiled at them and with them. While my heart flowed over.

It’s easy to love when I’m loved by you.

Your Audience