A toy tin whistle there,
Useless, lies untouched,
Six holes in a metal tube,
Until, a magician came.
Strong arms, bearded face,
Dancing eyes, bewitching hands,
Jumping to those hands the whistle lives,
Singing, moaning, making music,
Grabbing beauty from the air.
Awakened, the house responds,
Commanding notes seeking everywhere.
We approach, as to the Pied Piper,
Mesmerized by the mournful sound,
Sitting spellbound as the whistle sings.
A group of people, suddenly as one,
Held by elfin whistle in musician’s hand,
To listen, and to hear that pipe,
Speak as two remaining one.
Then, putting down the pipe, he goes,
Leaving a hint of mystic in his wake,
A discarded pipe, trying hard to sing,
Weakly reforming notes into a theme,
But, bereft of power reverting to silence,
Music lingering on bewitches the building,
Scrapes captured notes from our minds,
To burst in the hall, vaporize and die
Leaving us a toy tin whistle and a memory.
jstansfeld 
Beautifully told and haunting…
Cynthia: thank you for your visit and this kind comment. Coming from a poet of your quality makes it very special.
I wish I had the ability you have to communicate through verse in this way.
You are so kind, thank you. Cheerio, Jane.
Reminded me of ‘a musical instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-musical-instrument/
Oh Wyon that Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem is wonderful! It doles out a dose of awe and humility – such rhythm! Thank you for the link.
love and a hug, Jane
Wham bam thank you, ma’am, my qutiseons are answered!
The vivid descriptions and cadent effect coming from your words have made this poem a joy to read over and over again. Here is my fav:
“Mesmerized by the mournful sound,
Sitting spellbound as the whistle sings.” __I felt like I was there while the music was going on.
I’m happy you stopped by my corner of the globe. Will be following yours from now on.
Thank you, and thank you for picking your favorite lines. That whistle did have a mournful, mesmerizing sound. I’ll be back to your corner.
Cheerio
Jane
“Grabbing beauty from the air”
Never have I heard music described so – you do make magic with words, Jane. Lovely poem.
I always look forward to seeing what you have to say Eric, you are one of the blessings of blogging!
I thank you for your response.
Cheerio,
Jane.
I love it!
Compliment indeed, coming from you, Susan. The next story is somewhat stalled and so I had to resort to poetry. Thank you
Cheerio,
Jane
Reblogged this on In Random Words.
Thank you for doing this. I take it as a great compliment. I also like Random Words and will be back.
Cheerio,
Jane.
You’re welcome! And thanks to you, too.