When he sings, all canaries listen silently... <br /> When he sings, the sun with the moon smiles, <br /> When he sings, the violet field transforms by dream the lake... <br /> And a strings, from stars a beams, sound more fantastically...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-he-sings/
