Two birds cry for what once was. The innocent lamb decomposes for she once were Tossing joy with a painted face humming without distress to the two birds who tended her all for naught.
The two birds had watched her succession turning away from her inevitable passing Moments wasted now abandoned Replacing blissful memories with a duet of Piano Sonata sung by the two birds as they attempt to mend the lamb with harmony.
Now only one bird cries for the other must sing for what once was.