Every once in a while I see you sitting on a branch

The beautiful nightingale in its form

Always singing exquisitely beautiful songs

Why the mind never stop seeking

To which frequency it belongs



With absolute stillness, there is able to find

The music that plays, is made to hide

Verses that cannot put into words

What the galaxies describe



With a universal language

If one listens, can unwind

The wool of what is spun

Structured and wired

In the most delicate way

From the beginning to every gentle laced hum



Now fly away again; with all of the harmony lifting notes you sung



My love, for I will follow the thread

As far as there is no more

Untill I can feel the wind move between the feathers

And the beauty of true love sounds embraces my hearts warmth