​Blackbirds

Each morning I hear them. I see them in their tall cities as they prepare for the day - the rhythm of wings and words, the soft bustle of life moving forward. They speak all day and quietly fade into night..

They marry for life and mourn their dead - holding funerals gathering together, crying softly into the dusk. It feels so human. So tender. Looking around

I thought to myself how unkind, the way we treat ourselves. Beneath it all, we are the same - singing of love, loss and the fragile grace of being human.

Score: Orchestra