I am the cymbal
in the silent crowd
banging, clanging loud
my brassy sounds
are ear spitting rings
and I drip with diamonds
and sparkling things
Oh the noise I make
it's enough to hold a wake
But you there on the curb
showing your love of me
you raise me up
and I beam and ring
with joy you bring
and I silence the cymbals
listen for the whisper of
your passing near me
touching me every so lightly
in my heart there is a glow
from the soft song you sing....
bentfeather