Where?

Where does the music lie? Is it the flute, or the wood that is the flute?
Or is it in the player that breathes life into it?
Can it be that the music lives in the ear that hears … or may be the mind that conceives it?
May be the music is always there, But we just need to appreciate it.
Where does true happiness lie? Is it in life, or the living of life itself?
Is it in the relationships we have with the world … or may be in the way we fulfill them?

May be happiness lies in the appreciation of life itself.