Will you sing to me,
my little Bird of Inner Peace?
Will you sing,
about the clear, sunny mornings,
full of life?
And about the grey and
foggy tunes
of the darkest winter night?
Will you sing
with the voice of longing,
and letting go,
And the brave, rejoicing song of love?
What will you sing? Or will you at all?
Please sing.
Sing the joy, happiness and waiting,
peace,
and delight.
Forget not my ache of longing,
let it wind blow it high.
Sing eagerly with trust,
as I am worthy of you song.
The voice will echo,
bringing back the subtle,
grateful tune
of growth and wisdom.
And now that you sing,
sing gently, with respect
with no judgement.
Sing strong,
without any doubt.
Let you song be heard, Little Bird,
but find harmony with others.
The tones will blend,
sonorous and
forever beautiful.
Sing, and open your wings.
Sing, my Bird of Inner Peace.
Sing and fly.
(Maarit Lavas, 2020)
birch bark, paper, glue, iron string, 70x100cm, 2020