This is a modern Iroquoian myth about the flute. It is a poem by Peter Blue Cloud (in Conlon 1983: 12). Peter Blue Cloud (Turtle Clan) is a Mohawk from Kahnewake, Quebec.
Elderberry Flute Song
He raised the flute to his lips
sweetened by springtime
and slowly played a note
which hung for many seasons
above Creation.
And creation was content
in the knowledge of music.
Then note followed note
in a melody which wove
the fabric of first life.
The sun gave warmth
to waiting seedlings,
and thus were born
the vast multitudes
from the song
of the flute.