Trash the brain-
and mind and soul are forever gone!
For thought must have
it's neuroned path to trod.
Smash flute-
and melody softly fades away.
For music must have
reed and string to throb.

But, what if heart
have reason of it's own?
And mind
play brain as music instrument?
Smashed flute-
does that mean
smashed melody as well?
But hark!
On evening breeze, I swear, that self - same melody is sent!