This music that we have
Together
Is so fragile
Pianissimo in its volume
But Forte in its intensity.
It is a birdsong
Sung on adagio strings
Simple in melody
But beautiful in harmony.
It is the bird on its branch
Singing his little heart away
For happiness
Or longing
Or love.
But like the bird,
Its bones are easily broken
The song is easily swept away
By the unrelentng current
Into nothingness.
If I breathe the wrong way:
Inhale too sharply
Or exhale too late,
The song will falter
And die away.
It rests on the wind
And her fickle moods
To keep the bird
Chirping above
On adagio strings.