The Flautist




Running through
    concrete maze
Pounding through
    ever present glass
Penetrating
    cold sterile steel
Comes a haunting trill
And piercing shrill
    a lonely flute
    a lonely flautist
This
      rebellion
   bring pleasure
                  to some
   pain
                  to others
But       for him
It serves only
To express his many moods
               while sitting
In         a
Concrete maze
Of ever present glass
And sterile steel faces