When I was a young man I had an eager little heart
Which wanted nothing more than to beat for something
So it gave willingly
Letting the world carve years from my bones
Leaving them hollow like a bird

After all this time
I still cannot fly

Now my heart is light
Holding just enough beats for one more song

So I sing
My body is a stone feather dreaming to be A speck of dust
So it may finally rise in the updrafts
Float illuminated through a shaft of light
That pours through a window
In a little country house
Where fruit that will never know rot
Rests in a bowl on the table