Silver Bells
When it is my time to die
And they cut me open to find out why
I imagine the coroner pale as stone
Once they see my scrimshawed bones
I think that this is, for you too,
Something that you never knew
But on my bones I carve the names
Of all the thoughts I could not tame
And when all that's left is my bones
Six feet beneath the cobblestones
They will ring like silver bells
And sing the tales I could not tell
