The Flute Seller

She played her flute by the main road
as everyone stood to listen
Swaying like trees to gentle breeze
to this soulful musician.

Her long, slender fingers
ran smoothly on the flute
With the music flowing like magic
as it left everything mute.

She spun tales out of thin air
as her music broke the shackles of misery
Casting a spell on the listeners
with notes bursting to be free.

She appeared out of no where
and came every afternoon
placing her bag of flutes down
and playing a divine tune.

Her music was a prayer to God
a heart felt plea to our souls
It brought heaven to us
and made the incomplete whole.

But once the music stopped
everyone went their way
no one buying a single flute
only to listen to her play.

Still she smiled and continued to play
as her sack of flutes would lie
Her music moving people to tears
and still none would buy.

I stood on the balcony 
and listened to her play
Feeling like a patron of arts
I own twenty of her flutes today.

Her 'show' was booked for free
at her coins were tossed
Barely selling flutes
for the flute seller she was.

One day she looked up at me
and gave a bright smile
My heart fluttered and skipped
and stayed thus a while.

The lady had a gift
a gift from our divine maker
Her music was transcendent
but her flutes had no takers.

This went on for months
and then one day she wasn't there
The unnamed flute seller
had vanished into thin air.

Maybe she just gave up
and continued to move on
But the World stood still no more
for her music was gone.

I was afraid to know
of what happened to her
I never tried to look 
for the flute seller.

We never exchanged words
for there was nothing to say
I wait to listen 
to listen to her play.