There's three notes in the song that the birds sing

After Shakespeare's 'Sonnet 39'

There's three notes in the song that the birds sing
most often here. I hear them moving above me
in the trees, I hear the worms that they bring
back to their nests. The Sun seems like an eye
that sees me, without its light I could not live
nor would I be at all. I am seeing one
or two leaves fall, I see how the mud gives
when you step on it. I'm feeling less alone
with your breath on me. I search myths to prove
a prophesy of weather or listen to the leaves
that move and make a guess. I am in love
with sound, none of the rhetoric deceives
me anymore. I am seeing through the curtain
her white body move and entranced I remain.