In my hands
Time itself
I could put it down
But I can’t pick it up again
Minutes pass
Is it colder?
I can’t tell anymore
Clocks are just ticking things
Life makes them ring
Fingers withered
My voice still sings
The spark and the fuel
For the myriad things
It’s all just words
It’s all just words
Still now old aeolian harp
This one’s for you