I can hear a starling

I can hear a starling

calling for his darling -

a singing in a tree,

a singing for his mate.

True melodies are wild and free

and multiple as fate.

He sings a song,

a song for you,

to make a wish,

a wish come true.

I can hear a starling

calling for his darling -

a singing in the night,

a singing for his dear.

Sweet sounds are soft and light

when found inside a tear.

He sings a song,

a song for you,

to make a wish,

a wish come true.

I can hear a starling

calling for his darling -

a singing in my ear,

a singing to the sky.

Pure notes are deep and clear

when they tinkle and sigh.

He sings a song,

a song  for you -

to make a wish,

a wish come true.