I remember it was late
late in the night
I had just turned off
the bedroom light
Humming an old tune
I couldn’t remember the words
I just stopped
when a sound was heard
As sound that challenged
teased, taunted
So pretty, yet so alone
it seemed almost haunted
Standing in the darkness
I could feel it surround me
Bringing its presence
to everything around me
Reminding me of past evenings
serene and tame
Of fire and romance
when love was in flame
The memories of things
I still regret
Past happenings, mistakes
I wanted to forget
My knowledge of the moment
suddenly lost
The sounds turning my thoughts
to such utter chaos
It was a long time before my hands
touched the blinds
Seeking out whatever
I hoped to find
Which turned out to be
just an empty street
Quiet and deserted
not a soul to meet
Only the silent moments
that lingered on
Made me realize
the sounds were gone
Its chilling warmth
and heated cold
Newly arrived
yet centuries old
Leaving me to wonder
if ever again
Would I hear the warm sounds
of such a cold friend
Or was it an enemy
I’ll never get to know
With its once becoming sounds
now haunting me so
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Raivenne-lations 
Gorgeous rythmn! Almost like a song.
Thank you, HBGS.
Loved it … makes me wonder who was playing the flute…. ghost of romances past???? Interesting … loved this poem Rai…
“ghost of romances past” wasn’t that a movie? LOL
Thanks Bajan!
So, you’re just gonna leave us all on the edge of our seats like this? Dang, girl! Wonderful write, Raivenne! Very vivid and somehow mellow and tense at the same time. I enjoyed this!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/03/20/a-promis-comes/
Hey, how do you think I felt? Thanks Charles.
Superb..The title midnight flute made me feel more interesting..Thanks for share..
Thank you Pure2Core.
The power of the music of life, any little sound holds a vast story in our minds. Wonderful write, love the rhymes.
So, so true Paulo. Thank you.
This reminds me of my own times, late at night practicing the flute. The night lends power to music that can’t be felt in daylight. Enjoyed it tremendously.
So it was YOU!!!! Just kidding, thanks Tally.
Even I agree .. I was like a SONG
It was indeed enjoyable after reading this one !!
!!! Happy Rally !!!
Cheers !!
Thanks Ashbee.
Good Grief!
Once I got on, following the rhythm of your words, I just started rolling and got sucked right into the melody that faded away into remembrance (haunting).
Cool!
Thank you ZQ.
Really really strong write- there’s something about that music that drifts into our heads in those early hours- this was haunting, all of the monstrous noise from the past, all the anxieties and questions that build up and up into a crescendo….only for when you wake up…they become as small and distant as that empty street – very creative, clever, lyrical and I loved it
Thank you so much for comments, POHAH. This some how wound up in my Spam and I am so glad I found it before cleaning out the folder.
nice…there’s a great flow to this and def. captures a magical and haunting moment with the midnight flute starting to play, bringing back all kind of memories and emotions..
Music, even mysterious music seemingly out of the ether, can do that. Thanks Claudia/
wow…def well done…and haunting yourself, this was a fresh use of the sound for me though familiar as well…it def sets the tone of the moment…wicked flow to this as well…
Aw Brian, sometimes your comments do make me feel as though I may actually have something of a grasp on this poetry thing. Thank you.