Eighth Anniversary
Carrier Wave
When all is still
I hear your voice
No words no cry
A brilliant chill
If this be death
It disappoints
No fear no pain
A quiet breath
I ask again
Who pleads so clear
For my reply
A cold refrain
No spirit calls
In words of man
These sounds are wrought
Where music falls
What grace this brings
Flows through my hands
While echoes fade
As silence sings
— D. B.
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