If I were a bellnWhat would make the metal of me singnOh, friends, not these tonesnIn a time too soft for bells, they singnWhere is solace in the noise they bringnnWhat hand is it dartingnIn and out between my ribsnAnd what is shaking what is in therenOh, so violentlynWhat is it that falls in menAnd never gets again to benAs high as it was 'ere it crashednnFocusing on wellness nI have focused on my wellnessnFor so long it has becomenAn empty part of menI have said the words and nI have made the noise so oftennIt has become strange and meaninglessnnOh, and when they tollnOh, the tones the tonesnThe timbre