And in your gentle hands was a sparrow;
the one who had once lain dead inside my chest.
you pushed the key inside her broken back
and with a tender twist, she was aflutter.

were you a clockmaker in another life?
her flutterings for you are dizzying.

before you, I had no rhythm.
nothing was ever quite like this.
the sparrow stops and starts at the sight of you
and it leaves me breathless.

And in your gentle hands was my heart;
its flutterings for you are dizzying.