I stop as a ringing noise screeches inside my head;
I put my hands on my ears to close them.
It doesn't work and I close my eyes in pain,
putting my elbows at my desk.
I manage to squeeze out a tear and it rolls down my cheek.
I wipe it and the ringing goes down softer but lingers.
It dances on my mind and it plays chords with all the other sounds.
Makes me wonder when I'll be listening to the angels.
The sound of their wings and the wind;
the singing and the choirs in my mind aren't ready yet.
I anticipate the spirit and I make a signal with my hand inviting it to come I wave.