Air

Do we sing less than we should?
Do we know what songs are for,

For real, do we? No we don’t.
We’re not sure what birds sing for,

Just some of the tunes that work.
When was the last time you sang,

Just sang, on your own at home?
When you did, did the walls cave?

I think they could, but in you.
A song is a set of waves

That don’t have a start or stop,
Just an age when they are heard

And an age when they aren’t there.
As for words, the tunes don’t care.