……Waiting……
The moon shone brightly
This autumn night…
A single moon beam cast its way
Through the window,
Illuminating the flute
That was resting on the shelf…
And I thought to myself,
Only when the flute is silent
Does it have its full potential…
Every note… every space…
Every nuance of music
Is still within its grasp…
Realizing… however, that once
A single note is played,
All of the rest become… for a moment…
Non existent…
Each note having its own
Special place in time
To be heard.
I sat in the darkness and watched
As the moon beam slide across the shelf
And fell to the floor,
As it always had…
Autumn passed to winter,
As it always had…
And the flute waits patiently,
As it always has..
Steve Pilot
August, 2006