كلمات Prayer for Mr. Davis

Yesternight heard the song of the Blackbird playing bittersweet-ness through the bell of a shimmering horn in hosts of hundred-colored tones. In the tones you could hear sacred stories. You could hear Mr. Davis was smiling his ironic smile at life. Feeling no shame, though feeling comes with fear, and fear mingles with trust in what may be a dream. But still, it seemed to him he'd traveled down the path of hope and loss and work and pain and all that's straining to become itself in time for a breath (before the death of sound). Taking hold of a gift from the gods, measuring odds, making love to a sound with a voice of its own. May the tone never end. Amen