A Touch Of The Nerves

I have a touch of the nerves It comes in waves like a tsunami But at its core is a deathly silence Sadly, all the songbirds Have flown calamitously away Each is carrying a piece of lintel cloth And I am left naked, holding a single white feather I long to let it go, but it's attached somehow, Somewhere at some point of place, in my heart and soul Lord knows I am not whole, but if I let it go I am less than a whole. I am directionless I am a black hole. I am in unimaginable chaos I am a thread unravelling No knot on earth can hold. I have had a touch of the nerves today and yesterday Since my childhood, sadly to say But if I'm patient somewhere at some point A songbird somehow will reappear. A knot will tie off all the loose ends That won't come together, and just for a moment And maybe only for a minuscule moment The world will be singing infinitesimally better. Better because together you and I choose it to be.