I have a air flute that can only be played at night, or sometimes when the clouds rage and the wind blows. With a quick move of my fingers and a pursing of my lips it lets out a hollow creep of noise that can be heard all around. A creepy whistling as the wind blows you would think I'm only playing in my mind. All around me though you can hear the whistling as the wind blows. A hollow chill and a creep up your spine. A thousand reeds whistling in the wind. As I play the wind blows.

I sometimes play as I walk at night. Through shadowed streets and darkened woods.

People hear the whistling of the wind as I play and can only retreat in fright as they hold onto their coats and chests in the cold of night.

But as my fingers play and my lips blow I can only feel that the night plays only for me.