Willow, silver and weeping.

Singing a death song,

leaves like gentle fingers

gliding gently over life.

A maiden sings her song by the sea.

The sand and water slip through her fingers.

The hourglass is turned over again,

and again, and again

I spin it over in my hands.

The sands of time slip through.

Twin leaves dance in the breeze.

Softly they rustle, whispering voices

that sing together in the wind.

The song reverberates,

off mirrors and windows and walls

until the softness absorbs it.

Two women die together,

Singing a death song

that floats away on the breeze.

And disappears with the leaves in winter.