Not two, not two

 there was once a girl

 who cried at night and longed for freedom

 Meanwhile life played it's sweet song like the

 gentle flute

 that floats in the air on a still night

 the flowing waters of life moving, moving

 within the stilled center

 this girl has vanished

 like mist in the air

 like she never was 

 and the sky remains

 the ocean beauty

 the play of life moving through

 the flute entering the heart like a flutter