We stretched our skins over the rims
Oh, how we beat ourselves to death
The sound decays, spread too thin to resonate
If we don't fold the wrinkles show
Each trepid movement an intrusion onto sacred soil
Now vacant from a welcome overstayed
Our refuge fades away
Burned out in verse
Does it still carry worth?
How long can it last when each note hurts?
These hands still play
But who knew that would shake this way?
This way
Will these tired strings still sing if we asked?
And what would they say?
Would they convey fears of echoes in distant halls
Where forever and together have a meaning all their own?
Our refuge fades away