Songbird (The Sound Unseen)

Shout out to the great Grandmaster Mele Mel, and of course the Songbird(s) of Douglasville, GA. It’s been some years since I first heard its song That’s assuming it’s the same bird all along Right or wrong, think we formed a bond that’s strong Listen to the melodies as I lay and yawn Sometimes it’s late nights, or an early rise I wish life was as beautiful as its song implies I close my eyes, let the music be my guide It sings with pride, I wish the sound was amplified A medicinal experience, felt worldwide For those concerned, YES, I’ve been certified To declare its existence as sanctified I thank the skies, for allowing it a space to fly So it returns, and lets me push my woes aside A brief relief, a moment to be free from grief A form of peace, multi-purpose like a coral reef Its form of speech, not the sort of thing you can teach That’s a gift from the universe, sung from the trees A true composer, I’d love to hear all its work No comparison, but similar to Roland Kirk Every note a surprise, but in perfect tune So healing to the soul, trying to soothe the wounds We can’t assume, how long it will share its gift The search for the bliss, that bird is a certain fit Every song helps define what my purpose is Zoos or circuses? naw, let that bird for free And when it does, it will live in my memory The simple things, sometimes are just the thing we need I must concede, never seen its beak or wings Stare out the window, trying to see the branch where it’s perched But here’s the thing, it feels like an endless search It seems to blend with the environment, I take that mean That songbird prefers to be the sound unseen HOOK: A sight unseen, a sound that’s heard I just hope that bird gets the last word…rarghhhh...