An Ode from a Bird to a Bird

In your words I learn to see.
In your songs I learn to sing.
In your heart I learn to love.

You fly inside my chest.
You sing inside my heart.
You live inside my soul.

You are me. I am you.

Is it not obvious already?

Maybe not.

Maybe you are just you.

Maybe I am just me.

You are always singing in the air.

I am always singing in the rain.

Our words are lost
between the two spaces of our life,

making this ode
not so much of an ode,

not so much of a conversation
between two lonely birds.