His flute played a melody Poetry floating in the air Words written to the wind Soothing minds Stilling dreams
His music caught the sunset Glittering in the moonlight Notes painted in the sky And the wonders of his music Reaching the heart of the soul
Softly trilled his tones Gossamer sounds of darkness Ballads of the nightwind An assurance For all
* Dedicated to Ray Thomas, flute player extraordinaire and founding member of The Moody Blues * © 2009 Richard Zuijderduijn & Yvonne Forsling
