The Wooden Flute of Kilarney

The wooden flute aches, notes yearning for long gone days, for it has breathed and sung before bronze and steel, before pen and paper, an instrument of god and fae, of myth and magic, and as its unique sound caresses my soul I ache too, for I know the feeling of longing for past times too well, but they are behind me, and I hear the call of ancients hum within me, for I am made of myth and magic and music, and its song inspires me with wonder, and I wish it would never end, for it is beautiful.