earth bound

don't sing too beautifully
or i might cry
my tears will evaporate
and then they'll fly

what would that look like
a cloud made of crying?
music composed truth
sound of wind sighing

don't sing too beautifully
or i might cry
the quiet pitter patter
when good friends die

soak up the memory
the shape of their face
the sound of their voice
a familiar place

don't sing too beautifully
or i might cry
now the rain falls
and we ask why?

the answer comes later
up from the ground
we don't get to see it
being earth bound