The Crow's Tale

The scene seems real enough, I suppose.
The vivid skies must be imaginary
and the language is modernly plain, but
the message resonates still.
In the center, the crow, writing the script,
weaving lives together, lived in mere hours.
Someone died after they loved.
And the music the crow brings lays across
my ears like a warm, comfortable blanket,
each passing listen feels like the first.
The crow understands the blend of the senses
and paints the soundtrack scene with a
unique strength of vision.
I've listened to the crow's tale time and
again, yet I am still hungry for it.
Crow, tell me again.