Listen, can you hear?
The birds singing wistfully just for you
We are all mourning with your name written as a song
Together, we sing as the toll of bells
dance with the chilly wind
and we will forever sing it

You may not see your daughter’s swollen eyes
Or the little ones running and laughing above the ground
But your secrets are buried deep and will be forever keep
No, I do not just sit and stare
My aching heart will always beat for your name
And I will forever sing your song

Your flesh sat so neatly
and bones will sweetly blossom in the air
But together, you will rise as a seed that grows
You grew into a beautiful flower under the morning sun
You grew bigger as vines crawl into the gravestones
Weeds have sat upon and cover the bold carved words ‘you will forever sing my name’

We might have seen you somewhere, somehow
up, up in the sky as a tranquil bird
or under the ground as a water gushing
from the ocean's call

you are everywhere
and your name will be forever written as a song

an old song hidden from the trunk and voices, running out

Can you still hear?