G-d Wants His Song

Vanessa called all the way from Toronto she said that I could count on her if ever I was down and out After I put the phone down i played the six-holed wooden flute she gave me on the occasion of our parting i figured out the fingering and I played it better than I had ever done Tears came out of my eyes because of the music and the recollection of her extraordinary beauty which no one could avoid and because she said there was a missing song and I had been employed