Quiet evenings I’d spend
Contemplating everything
By the front window
By the Old Silver Oak
And there was a bird. 

He’d color my gray whispers
with his song of a warm summer
And we’d listen carefully carefree
Me and his lover for the season and
Sometimes my lover for the season.

It was a happy song too.
But as the summer’d start fading
Some notes refused to smile anymore
Only deepening and darkening.
This loss did make me weep
Cold winter brought along
His beautiful song too
But in my dreams
Only.