Black birds on telephone wires
or notes on a page, to be played
on piano.
Flying round, or staying still;
a sound hovering in air.
Whizzing past the ear,
a race of black and white.

Shining teeth and paper
the black birds' soul delight,
to sit and look at
cloudy sky, from dawn, to noon, to night.
'Til stars shine out
against a darkened sky of black,
to sing out the heart's own song.

There, outside my window,
black birds on telephone wires,
the notes....
the life.....
of a black bird-filled piano.