A cerulean bird
A cerulean bird gave me its dying song,
A subtle aria taken from its small heart,
A sweet secret it kept in its flesh for so long,
The musical design of a beautiful chart.
I saw my mind burning, my eyes flying inside
Under the influence of this sad melody;
I touched the carnal soul, the unlimited hide
Of this majestic beast which had eaten the sea.
The time broke its clockwork, I lost my mortal self
Under the canopy of this angelic flow
which took me from my skin to change me in some elf
With a lute in his chest and a celestial glow.
I was dressed in music, a rainbow complexion
Which protected my world in its isolation.