A murder of crows hangs on that tree To sing the death of a dream to me. Who is listening? The dead and grey. Where Shall I find thee? In the rain. Water flows in bubbling stream, Over rocks and under me. Who is listening? The twisting vine. Where shall I find thee? The edge of time. Moth wings shade my eyes from stars. Ring the bell and spread the cards. Who is listening? The mist and cloud. Where shall I find thee? Beneath the shroud. Tell me who do you sing to, Tim? I am singing into the wind. Who is listening? Sticks and bones. Where shall I find thee? Under stones. Water flows in holy spring, Under sky and over me. Who is listening? Walking Sam. Where shall I find thee? In dust and sand. Crows sing murder from the trees; Caw and screech my destiny. Who is listening? Only me. Where shall i find thee? Between heartbeats.