Where Is The Flute?

A day is for tomorrow in its giving If build up on your dreams with a flute song Softness pitch for the comfort of living In the compartments of the dreams you long Like a tinctured radiance of its true gold The dreams are for you to take and give away The air in its circling motion you can't hold There are too many dreams for each coming day The man who's showing in reddening light Aspects of inspirations awaken Shall tender feelings throughout eve and night Until every tone is from it taken Where is his flute then when he is alone? And dusk in his dreaming is his only tone