I carved a whale bone flute for you

It plays rust and ivory tunes

from baroque centuries

It lowers bridges over seething moats

and whistles falcons

to bring messages of peace

It sails ships that carry

velvet and ginger and wine

It will play for you now,

my woodland heart,

before the jester

steals the stage

with his mirth

Then we will sing

in rococo orchestras

and play the ocarina

with laughter

and hallelujahs as our

music