Nightingales

Nightingales give to the forest

its meaning and its fulfilment

its passion and its consummation

Weaving into magnetic sound 

its essence of flying pollen and playing leaves.

they flap their wings and they perch at the top of trees

and from their beaks comes out the melody

of branches brushing past each other

and squirrel climbing up a tree.

Into the heart of madness

And out with the notes of delightfulness

Into the heart of darkness

Out with the trill of love

Into the heart of oblivion

And out with the unforgettable coral mix of piano notes and dripping dew.

Does it please you to know that you will die

And all that you knew will be obliterated

Crumbled into the ground and decomposed for flowers to bloom through you?

The nightingale wings make a breeze

And in it the butterflies flutter and pollen floats from flower to flower

And sun shines

And people love

And people love.

Nightingales reach for the sky with their song

The sound rises far above summer canopies

Hoping to fly with the clouds and water the earth like rain.

It is said that nightingales do not die

And they don't

They live within the heart of the listener

Reminding him of the ground and the forest and the sky full of stars.

You will see a nightingale sing

Then fall to the ground

As if thunderstruck

And you will go to your life as if nothing had happened

And sun will rise in the morning

And rain will fall in the afternoon

But you will be addicted forever to nightingale trill.