The Wind in the Flute

If I were
the wind
inside
the dark hollow
of your flute,
suspended
in eternity...
until
your breath
flows in
and becomes one
with me;
I would wait
in the silence,
and emptiness,
only
to be blown
away
into crevices,
as we play
hide and seek;
from the depths
of nothingness, we
resonate in unison;
create music
resounding
in the silence,
touching souls,
tears on cheeks.