Thus, the Bird Spoke

When the bird took a rest To put down his wing On the soil He already ended his life Through thirty thousand years The most part of his wing Returned to the land But the bone was left Which is bathed In ephemeral sunlight of North America The discovery of the bones Immediately ran around the world Famous and non-famous pianists Offered their compositions As his requiem Listening to them He made a vow: Be born again, and play Those beautiful compositions By himself