A Little Tune

Once I heard
a little tune,
I don't remember where.
I know its sound 
was soft and sweet, 
floating through the air.

Just once it sounded, 
only once.
It had no words to hear.
It filled my heart
with gratitude 
and then it disappeared.

Gone too soon 
this little tune,
fly away, 
fly, fly away,

across the rainbow,
around the moon,
it didn’t come to stay.

And I alone
with pipe in hand
will grieve its memory

until wind blows 
across the land and 
brings it back to me.