Tasty Music

"Music hath charms." the maestro said,
"It soothes the savage breast."
Then off into the jungle sped,
To put it to the test.

He tucked a violin in place
Beneath a downthrust chin.
Glanced briefly at each savage face,
Prepared then to begin.

His fingers danced the eager strings
That sang beneath the bow,
Of beautiful, poetic things
In music's gentle flow.

He flauted on a fluent flute
With feeling and finesse,
And lavished on a limpid lute,
A lovers fond caress.

He played his music without stop,
Beethoven, Brahms, Puccini,
And then they boiled him in a pot
With carrots and zucchini.

The maestro sat upon a cloud
And strummed a solemn harp,
With haloed head devoutly bowed,
And calm and peaceful heart.

A passing angel said, "My friend,
What happened down below?"
"Those savage breasts you sought to soothe,
Why did they treat you so?"

The maestro plucked upon a string
The 'Melody In F'.
Replied, "A sad yet funny thing,
Those cannibals were deaf."

"Yet, I think it's true to say,
For here I am to prove it."
"Although they couldn't hear me play,
They had a taste for music."