A secret admirer

Once upon a branch,
there lived a bird,
which sang songs nobody heard.
But nonetheless, being shameless,
he sang his poor heart out loud.
Be it sunny, rainy, snowy or something else,the musical chords seldom shut the fuck up.
Lost in his own world, barely anything mattered to him
— except on that fateful afternoon.
Struck by his loneliness,
no, not the lack of …