She sings

into the blueness
and her voice is heard
by no one,
only the scurrying,
indifferent
chameleons.
Her song is like
none other ever
heard
or imagined,
an impossible
glory
that she will never
sing again,
nor even be able
to remember.
Its reality will die out
with the last note,
to remain
forever unknown,
but part of the
universe's
heritage
nonetheless.