The birds they make reliable
Their relentless sounds
On these lives
That they have found
On a wire long

Over the hills, 
Cities renew,
Over the buildings,
Infinite views
The songs you wrote
This is the news
You wrote to tell
You were the muse

When the birds heard you singing them
The songs you wrote Each vivid poem
They would sing a mournful tune
They knew those songs
They weren’t for you

Questions on the air they pound
On the crest of waves resound
Where will you go
Without your sound

If your song it cannot leave
If your song you cannot leave
Will it reprise
Is there reprieve

Will we fly into the sky
To leave this place together
Taking with us all that silence 
Never and forever

© Niliema Karkhanis