Black Dragon Flutes

We are pleased to offer fine handmade

Xiao, Jinashi Shakuhachi, Bansuri, and other world flutes made by David S. Sharp

email: idlewild@idlewildrecordings.com 

2.3 Plum Blossom Jinashi Shakuhachi

1.9 and 1.7 Jinashi Shakuhachi

2.3 Plum Blossom Chokan Jinashi Shakuhachi

2.9 Chokan Hotchicku

$150.00

2.0 Jinashi Shakuhachi in Bb

sold 

Blue Sun Native American Plains Flute in Am

sold

1.6 Jinashi Shakuhachi with flower wood burn pattern

$200.00

Bansuri in D

Black Bamboo

$100.00

Xiao in F, Black Bamboo

$100.00

Shinobue in Bb

$80.00

2.1 Jinashi Shakuhachi, Black Bamboo

$200.00 

Ohe Hano Ihu in Hawaiian Bamboo

Not for Sale

1.6 Jinashi Shakuhachi, Mandak Bamboo, wide bore

$200.00

Xiao in F

$100.00

2.4 Chokan Jinashi Shakuhachi

$250.00

Shinobue in D

$100.00

Haiku and Tanka

by David Spalding Sharp

You are warmth to me:

When all the leaves have fallen:

Against the cold Winter:

My breath gives voice to:

The Shakuhachi spirit:

A call from Heaven:

Lilac scented dark:

As we walk in the Garden:

Crickets sing at Night:

Mysterious sound:

My Flute the cry of a Crane:

Across the River:

Twilight Summer air:

Full of dancing Dragonflies:

Shade beneath the Trees:

Autumn Harvest Moon:

A paper Lantern glowing:

Ghost upon the wind.

 Tengu

Wrapped in their dark Cloaks:

They walk the Roads of Winter:

Swords hang from their Belts:

They need rarely speak in words:

As they haunt me in my dreams:

The Earth rolls and heaves:

Crashing Waves upon the Shore:

Longing for the Sea:

Leave the air filled with fine mist:

The wet Sand along the Beach:

More Poems

by David Spalding Sharp

The Moon and Seven Stars

Once upon a time beneath the Moon and Seven Stars

A Swan and Seven Cignets swam upon a mirror Lake

An Elvish Woman came from the Hills and music she would make

To the Stars she played upon her Harp beside the lovely Pond

and when at last she'd played enough she left before the dawn

Daylight fades again the Swan's that swam upon the Lake

Would hear again the tales the ancient Harp could make.

The Jackdaw's Ring

Jackdaw's love cabbage, Jackdaw's love Peas;

Jackdaw's love Apples and maybe some cheese;

Jackdaw's tell stories when they flock in the Trees;

Where they'll taunt you and mock you and squawk when they please;

Jackdaw's love Saphires, Diamonds and Strings;

Old Glasses, Coins, Buttons and things;

Yet one Treasure of Treasures a magical Ring;

They gave as a tribute to thier Jackdaw King.

My Darlin'

Oh my Darlin' will you marry me;

sometime in the Spring we'll be married.

We'll have children maybe two or three,

Build our Cabin there on the Praire.

Grow a Garden, plant an Apple Tree,

Gather fire wood for the Winter.

Eggs for Breakfast, Bacon in the Pan,

While I play a tune on my Banjo.

We'll be happy, honey if we can,

maybe pick some flowers for your Hair.

There'll be music from our Cabin Door,

You could play your Harp by the Fire.

We can dance there on the old Wood Floor,

When I play a tune on my Banjo,

When I play a tune on my Banjo.

That Golden Shore

There's a land to which I travel,

and to me it once was known,

for it's there that I am called to

on that long long journey Home.

And it's there I'll see my Father,

in those fabled days of yore.

and it's there I'll see my Mother

When I'm on that Golden Shore.

There's a land to which I travel,

and to me it once was known,

for it's there that I am called to

on that long long journey Home.

Coffin Road

Coffin Road, Coffin Road;

Rollin down to the Promised Land.

Six long months on the Oregon Trail,

Through Mountain pass and Winter gale.

Coffin Road, Coffin Road;

Take me down to the Promised Land.

Till my Fields in long straight rows,

we'll shed our tears where the water flows.