we're alone, my flute and me
the sound rises up with the warm air,
out the vents, towards
the blue sky,
up through the clouds and finally
meeting with the stars.
they will twinkle more brightly
and the scientists on the ground will wonder
if there are extra planets circling that they had not noticed
such are the mysteries of the universe,
that music from far away can change the
we can only know so much,
we think we know more.