The Bird Is Out Of The Cage

Your feeling of freely flying over the evergreens

Has been dormant for ages, I’ve lost count, truly

The sadness in your eyes has not completely vanished,

Throughout the years, a decade passed

What’s sitting on a violin’s cords

While it’s cased in, waiting for the fingers to wake it

And allow the beautiful sound to permeate its surroundings

I wonder and try to imagine

I see not much past the dust - I ask will you sing again?

One beautiful spring night on the garden patio

A small bunch of human souls

Share wine, stories and songs from the old country

And then a miracle saturates the air

The bird’s throat is wide open, filled with a song and

Buttered with sound

The bird is out of the cage

No one knows and no one can tell

How this came to be, not a single question is posed

The enormous gift is accepted by all present

And the bird keeps singing

The steel has been lifted of its chest, door to the cage

Unforgettable flight, this very night

The bird is out of the cage.

The bird is out of the cage.

For one of the greatest woman I know, my mother in celebration of her voice returning.

June 19, 2011