I hear bird song.
    I hear a bird–
        singing.

Not a grackle-cackle,
    nor a starling-squawk,
        nor even a wren-chirp,
            but a song.

I don't remember hearing it before;
    mellifluous,
        melodious,
            fluid:
crystal-clear, running, watery stream,
    pure-colored, rainbow joy,
        flowing note-to-note
            with absolute pitch and clarity,
                never faltering.

Six…eight notes?
    Over and over again…

Water me;
    smoothly carry me
        from this moment to the next.
            Bathe me in the thrill
                of your compositional genius.

Ah, what a perfect,
    simple,
       just-right tune.

Sing on,
    you unexpected instrument
        of natural, musical perfection.

I stand in awe.

I love this,
    and I love you.

 
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