I remember the morning dew
the awe and rapture
I caught a call from you
I remember the early spring
the icicles melted
when you flew to sing
the blessing of fate
opened the door
for the sweetest voice
I had not heard before.

Singing in my garden
by the maple tree
a captivating melody was
comforting me.
Singing in the shower
on a rainy day
happiness is fleeting
but the memory stays.

I remember the tenth of June
the voice of splendor had
quietened too soon
I remember the empty roost
the genie of craving
spread its wings and loosed
I miss all your past
sweet warblings
they were feathers stroking
my sensitive strings.

Singing in my garden...

From springs to autumns I watch the trees
I whistle your tune
among the chickadees
I regret that I lost your voice
wondering if you had no other choice
I look through the leaves
at lovely lives
wish I'll be prepared
if a new chance arrives.

Some chances never come true
the headwinds or hurdles may bring down your nest
fortune can be just a short trill
I'm grateful for the time when you were my guest.

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