"Notes" original poem

'Notes'

Last night I thought about those notes,
you know (well, you don't really)
notes for you that I keep writing,
notes you've never seen.

It made me think of birds --I mean
those birds that sing their mating songs--
do they keep singing? ... even
though the thing went wrong?

Does a bird keep doing, doing,
even knowing he won't do?
does he just continue singing,
does he stop, and fly away,
or does he have another way to muddle through?

In an empty place, his notes are ringing,
far from her his lonely call,
softly, slowly, sadly, singing,
perhaps he's been there all along.
-jjorge