Bong of the Bells

Bells ring
In-between the regular silence 
That deafens this place 
And heals it 

Bong
Bong 
Bong 
Bong

And now the 4pm breeze 
Slips it’s joyous cold hands 
Down my waiting neck
Just in time 

Patience  
Rewarded 
As we reach the crescendo  
Of a day well spent 

Now an evening well earned  
To sip 
On these heavenly bells 
Silence after silence