Alone

The windows are thrown open
and the light is coming in,
bright
sunshine
all glimmering glow
filtered down through clouds too high
in a stream,
in a rivers glow,

and the air is moving
slow,
so slow,
gentle
kind
as the birds
they're singing,
God
they're singing so loudly
in a caucophony
symphony,
tympanic crash of sound
of joy,
of love and symmetry
as they're fluttering...

And the windows,
they're thrown open wide
and the world

the whole world
is coming in
an suddenly...
I am not alone.