Firebird

The music echoes
between tall houses in the square.
Like a bird with shimmering wings
it soars to the topmost window
where you and I sit side by side.

First a rising scale,
then ascending arpeggio
changing to a snatch of a tune.
Notes from a clarinet that sing
a poem without words.

The refrain echoes
between tall houses in the square.
No violins need smooth its flight,
Nor horns to counterpoint the tune.
This bird sings its own song.