At short notice

If you had a song to sing to me,

But left out....

Sing it now.

If you had a story to tell me

But forgot....

Tell it now.

Silence is growing big

And time is running short.

Try to hold me

In your palms

Though I may slip through

Between your fingers;

Try to keep me still

In your thoughts

Though I am sure to be like sand in a sand clock;

Silence is growing big

And time is running short.