Hearing a flute playing by Tom Sharp

I’m banished, adrift, with no place of my own. The notes of a flute falling from the Yellow Crane tower are like plum blossoms. It might as well be winter, and snowflakes falling.

与史郎中钦听黄鹤楼上吹笛 by 李白 (Li Bai)

一为迁客去长沙，西望长安不见家。 黄鹤楼中吹玉笛，江城五月落梅花。