Closing Music - Skepticism

I am here

I hear your voices

Yet you look through me

Now my time has come

Easily You lift me

Gently swinging

You carry me

Smooth quiet movement

Like a boat downstream

No time for speeches

There is music

First quiet

Growing louder

With the music

You set me down

Sound of the sand

Like summer rain

On a tin roof

With the sand

The music becomes distant

And almost to soon

There is only silence