The Songbird Sings

The songbird sings
With natural art.
The sculptor and poet
Are his counterpart.

The songbird contains
Every species of song,
Every thought, every scent
That the wind bears along.

He unites all scraps
Of stray melody,
Discordant to others,
In his own single key.

His unified soul
Sings without and within,
Till he binds and unites
From the bone to the skin.

And the clusters of song
That his visions release
Adorn the world
With points of peace.