In the time of dinosaurs,
we were happy.
In the nights of silent spinning planets,
you could reach for my hand,
and it was there.
Since then, the sun has risen a thousand million times,
and has set as many,
Now they have discovered
that monsters are more than bones--
that they were birds all along.
This afternoon, a comet will come, in all its rarity--
then a cloud.
Who knows what happens after that?
But, until then,
before I turn to dust,
Here is a sound I call a song
in a language we called ours.