be still grey waters of this lake
that shimmers silver in pale sun
your surface is of mirror glass
your silence speaks of damage done
the light upon your watery skin
spreads wide its sheen a fulsome bright
but hides beneath a sorrow held
as sad as stars snuffed out at night
that ache will lessen sure to know
as river flows downstream to sea
reflection plays a dirgeful tune
a cello mourns its strings in D
a blackbird in a near bush sings
for all caged birds who find their wings