The song
A fugue of their notes
Soft and sharp
Floating at great speed
Through the open window
To my eyes
My eyes, they fool me
I see the motion
I only remember forgetting
The song
Is it still there?

See the birds and I know
There’s a celebration
Breathing deeply, and feel
The corruption and the growth
I lost my useful voice
Can I still see?
Birds sing of their beauty
Wrapped in a cloud
Of another mans treasure