Stop Singing

The possibility

That if I stopped clapping

My hands in the void

I would notice

That I can't hold on to things

And

The possibility that

If I stopped by using my voice

I'd notice songs that

All around me sing

Looms in weather

Lives buried in my days

With all my songs

And rhythms going like

The darkness surrounding a flame

It's what I don't say with my mouth

It's my mouth open

To breathe in

It's open windows well

Still I will go on

And on describing the shape

Around the thing I want to

But can not name

I go on in long

In song after song

After song after song

And though my long life feels busy

And full of usefullness and drive

I will sleep through every single dawn

And those I see

I will not really come back

I will sing through every single song

About the spaces left

When we stop singing

And I will do this

With long

Stop Singing - Mount Eerie