I am peace.
The connective tissue.
The glue.
The delicate dove.
The fragile sound of metal clashing metal,
Waving in the wind,
the wind of my air.
The air that sustains thy life and the music I conduct.
I clutter when people pass by.
The bells are my cousins.
My voice sets you free.
Who shall I be?
I am someone.
Waiting to be noticed by something.
Like you.
