The music of the Indian flute sings in my ear.
A spiritual awakening, the creator is near.
The music played, comes from the heart.
You can feel the spirit from the start.
When my brothers play I feel as they feel.
What they are revealing is spiritual, real.
I play, releasing emotion from the depth of my being.
I know my loved ones are near, without seeing.
When words fail me, the music speaks for me.
Bearing my soul, those that listen see.