Once a starling choir at dawn’s first light

Wove borrowed lore of multitudes in flight

Each mirrored trill a surge of many souls

Naming the air in shared, harmonious might

Now I stand alone—a hermit lyrebird

My lone lament is all that’s heard

No flocking wings to quell my cry

Or crack of broken twigs beneath my feat

Then solid silence seals my defeat

Yet in these plumes both communed rifts abide

I bear the lore of countless hearts allied

For one lone note that trembles to be free—

A joint chorus and a hermit’s melody