The visitor:

To the tune she danced, the rivers tree
The flute made her feel, high and free
The notes floated, swimming in the air,
Happily touching everyone, fair and square.

An unwilling listener that shepherd had the day,
Visible to no one, hiding in natures sway,
Impressed he listened, bound by the spell
The music made him feel, earth he should dwell.

The tune ended, the spell as well,
The visitor appeared with a tingle of a bell.
“Ask o shepherd for thou shalt get your call,
Your music has won me, just as them all”

“Oh lord Krishna, forgive me my flaw,
I dare not refuse but that is my law.
Music is what the boon I ask,
So in your glory I may forever bask.

“Useless to me are dreams of riches,
Useless to me are impossible wishes.
Useless to is the lure of beauty,
Useless to me is the call of duty.

Lord, grant me this one wish though,
Music be my friend, till out I bow.
Let me play for all and one
Let me live here with the tree, river and sun.”

“Granted son” the Lord he smiled, knowing his err
“Play on play on until in heaven you turn,
Foolish I was to value music indeed,
Music is salvation, far from need, feed and greed”