Soft Coda

Look into the glide of your hands
With their history quenched
No explainable source
For the depths of sight
Floating on the peaks of your wake
Tap the ocean to the back
Greeted for nothing
But your kindness of mouth

No forcefield acts
On bones inside you
Set in the soft corner
Of your year of death

Every time your legacy chimes
It's a jubilee
And a funeral march
And the question why, the question why
If this would be the day that you came
To our levees
To ignite our minds
There would be different tears

No forcefield acts
On bones inside you
Set in the soft corner
We all know most won't
We all know most won't