The soft sweet notes flow from the flute, <br />played by a busker old and gray <br />He chooses melodies to suit <br />The folks he knows will pass this way. <br />His old cloth cap lies at his feet, <br />already holds a coin or two. <br />His lilting music bitter sweet <br />ensures that I will add one too. <br />The old man breathes new life into <br />forgotten tunes from long ago <br /> and turns them into something new. <br />He seems instinctively to know <br />what kind of music he must play <br /> to fill his hat with coins today<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flautist-for-m-lady-erenestine/
