The Player of the Flute

In my dreams - I walk towards an enchanted land,

A land of delights—far away

Crossing the silent forests and the running rivers

Holding a bag of flutes in my shoulder

Stopping near the abyss of a waterfall

To look around to see that I am alone..

Gazing at the heavenly stars, I feel,

Mesmerised and blissful

When I take out the flute out my bag

To play it to my heart’s core

I start to play a little bit,

Soon becoming lost in its charm

Forgetting myself and the world around me

Days soon turn into nights,

And nights to weeks,

But my flute play goes on

Weeks turn to months,

And months to years,

But my flute play goes on

Years turn to decades,

And decades to centuries,

As I finally wait for the Lord

Who arrives in his chariot.

He, captivated by my music,

Lovingly tells me to play my flute in heaven

I walk slowly to sit in the chariot next to the Lord

Playing my flute constantly

As the music notes turn more beautiful every-time I blow it,

I smile and keep on playing my flute, and

The chariot speeds away in the speed of light,

Into infinity, eternity and heaven - the abode of God

Completely rapt in my most beautiful music…