sing me a song,
said the songbirds loved one
we'll float up in the drafts
of the seasons as they pass
the leaves will fall down like crumpled papers
across the ground

sing me a song,
before you leave for too long
they'll be left to study the sharpness of his scratch
all the while knowing it will last,
compared to the curves of her pen
looking through a memory filled lens

sing me a song,
and nothing will go wrong