Tomorrow it will be gone.

the only song I know

Tomorrow it will be gone.

The bird that sings my song, the only one I know, the only one I can hear, will be gone by tomorrow. The town does not understand where this songbird came from. But I know. It appeared in a dream I had, with that one wing. And then I go to sit on the bench in front of that courthouse, and there it was, waiting for me.

The song it sings reminds you of nothing in particular, because you can’t hear it. Only I can hear the bird’s song, and it only travels with me. Because I know it will be gone tomorrow, I have not slept. It has played my song for me, and only mine, and only for me, because you cannot hear it and also because I am ordinarily deaf.

The noise of the world does not come into my ears, but the song I know does. It never did before two days ago. I could not hear anything until then, and only with this bird can I hear, can I understand my song. This one song from this singular bird for such a time as this.

And tomorrow it will be gone.

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