Aria

Who shall sing when the songbirds are all gone?

A lonely car sits on its back with a wheel slowly turning. Broken glass.

From the car a beautiful Aria is heard; a sound seemingly not from this world

We will hear when there is no car to hear with.

A battery dies; the song stops, and in a long moment, the car turns into something else

A song bird sings.

Who is it that sings?

From beginningless time we come

And into endless time we go.

~Bert Webster