Songbird

The day the songbird came the sun shone between showers. The silence was perforated with melodious euphony, the day the songbird came. The day the songbird came our melancholy was lifted with his tunefulness, his brightness lit our darkness - the day the songbird came. The day the songbird came marked a sad anniversary, but its memory is diluted with his sweet concordant sound. Today the songbird came. Now that the songbird's here a passing wave of pensiveness is pervaded with jubilant abandon and crashes on the shore of oblivion now that the songbird's here. Amazing what a song can do to dark and sombre mood and hue: discordant silences harmoniously transformed to sweet-toned humour, now that the songbird's here ....... Oh stay, sweet songbird, stay......