I could not resist
the urge to hold you today.
For I knew you would feel
like a bell.
Curved downward,
hiding your singing voice
within.
Quiet, white,
and starting to fade,
your stem pointed toward the
earth.
Each life has a season.
Like yours,
I can feel the gravity pulling me
slowly downward,
the earth needing my atoms
again
for yet another project.
I wondered
if I will also keep my voice
to myself.
If my only sounds
will be heard and remembered
by those who could not
resist holding me.
