Ringing that silent bell
Alone in the corner
For the joy of ringing the bell
Watching the room
Slosh with chatter
While the band tosses chords
Into the captured crowd
No one may ever hear it
But when quiet condenses on the walls
And pools below the stage
While the band exhales
We may finally see the song
Was led by the whimsy of that bell
All along
Still ringing in the room
-T. Weeks
(A response to “To Him That Was Crucified”)
Life Immense 