When Birds Finally Stop Singing Poem by Lihle Shezi

When birds finally stop singing
(a dedication to my beloved
my dame Nontobeko Biyela)

When birds finally stop singing
How would the spring begin.
Quiet birth, infants wailing silence.
As the hearth of sound remains
ruined, broken.

How would a morning begin,
With no sound to water sunrise.
With no cruise ship to sail the sunset.

How would lovers continue
Writing love letters to each other
While their hearts are no longer
beating.

Songwriters are only surrogates,
To songs birthed by birds who couldn't
Pride themselves to expensive theatres.
How would Jazz men sustain
Their note pads?
satire, satire this poetry life is.
Though poetry is another form of philosophy,
How would artists sound their minds.

Thou, my dame shall have
all song birds surrendering to your name.
Had birds halted their melody
The 10th of April wouldn't have came.
They shall continue to sing
Until my imperfections break your heart.
Only then they'll stop singing.
Nevermore shall you hear my sky breathing.
Nevermore shall you hear.