To the Blackbird

hi, nice feathers you have! great plumage

ah, you speak back to me, dear friend?

hi yourself again now! how was the weather up there?
did you have nice breakfast?

nice voice you have

sing to me my new friend
any song for this demanding heart

before you open up your beak
please let me speak
of nice things, of nice surprise
you bring me

hi, nice feathers you have! great plumage

can i fly with you now? i'll be your entourage

sad phrase

a tear i shed
upon a word
actually two
i heard from you

sad phrase
unexpected

just remember
my heart
sad one

mean word
actually two

forced company
do aint no good

mean words
for soul aint food

(i only
plant nice
word
actually two
and harvest
nice response)

da da dum

this is how i respond the calling of blackbird
and the invitation of the sun, slipped below my door

alive

The future comes alive today
in the form of just one hand
in the fertility of this lush land

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument
the way my pa lulled the tree to sleep at night
i don't have the talent like that of a man in hamelin
but let me get ir right and then i'll let you in
to sip some soup i made out of the harvest of my garden

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument
what song will i play first to the eager ears
what will pa say about my playing technique?
in the middle of the song will i lose my audience?
i know i have the voice but it don't match the instrument

la la la la la
la la la la la
la la la la la
la....

wondering if i ever have to play the instrument

plung

it ain't my business
but they name the tree after me
they name the new species
after me
like me

a joke
an honor
a joking honor

but the tree is like me
beautiful
and people are crazy
about me
about me

a joke
an honor
a honoring joke

so i let them name it after me

triumphant yet troubled

lit by expectation and the soft eastern wind
so high the feeling was, like creeping rose vine
trying to reach the poles that train it
or like a caterpillar, trying to find wisdom
in the pages of the leaves

he knows his destiny is written on the leaves

his stomach gets full yet the leaves are still
uncountable
abundant, if you will

like the insect that clings to the single vine
so my heart knows you're there
ever touchable
sometimes think that's unfair

but i conquer the urge to find wisdom
in your habitat, your kingdom
let alone your closet of fashion

he don't own the vine he's clinging to
like my heart--invisibly--clings to you
but whose heart owns yours?
whose eyes gaze at yours?

my hope for you is ever blooming
my hope for you is ever bloooooming

yeah
yeah
yeah

unlike the caterpillar, i understand the meaning of abundance
i will dance dance and dance around the table
then i will above this garden transcend

the meaning of abundance

yeah
yeah