The Saddest Little Flute In The World

Oh my, I spotted him straight away; he is officially (in my book) the saddest little flute in the world. I picked him up off the harsh grotty gravel, took him home and placed him in the warm beautiful garden. It's been sometime since he came to live at my house, still sad to this day, he won't tell why, he won't let even a peep of a tune out, no, only silence and this makes me a little sad too. 
But every so often in my dreams I hear the saddest little flute quietly pipe out a slow low tune, dressing my dreams in sadness.  I cannot recall the secrets he's told me when I wake, the only clue he sung at all is a soft dry line of tears on my cheek.

SUGARBEE XX   17/11/12