Stuck down and crushed to the concrete
A feint sound obscured by the glass
Left now deceived by his instincts
To fade out in silence at last
I held you in my hand
I thought I heard your final song
Whispered into the wind
But it was gone and you were gone
Slow breath is stuttering gently
Tired head tilted away
Eyes glazed and giving the sense we
Are too late too late to save
I held you in my hand
I thought I heard your final song
Whispered into the wind
But it was gone and you were gone
What does it take to silence the songbirds
Only lies and clean surprises
What does it take to stop the music
Only things that we see right through
What does it take to break the will of
Something so free and beautiful
How can you brace for what you cannot see
I held you in my hand
I thought I heard your dying song
Whispered into the wind
But it was gone and you were gone
vampireweather 
Wow such a passionate story.
The music isn’t finished
The end has not come
My love has not diminished
This dance isn’t done
wow truley beautiful and heart breaking. you had ma hanging on every word.
Thank you. It is based on a true story of me finding a bird dying after striking a glass window. I held him until he passed, and I thought of the power of the moment which I converted into metaphors that I hope remained vague enough to not decode 😛
very sad, and so true about many of us, the things life does to us, the things we never expected.. thank you for sharing
Thank you for taking time to read 🙂