Dulcet Tones

thThe bell is clear
Concise like fire
Sparking from a match
A ringing out
Crystalline and cold
Sharp as steel
Vibrations true
Steadily rising
To a fever pitch
Caught in its own wake
Like churning water
Filling empty space
Daunting really
The idea of sound
Measured out in spades
Anxiously loud
Flickering to life
Names pressed to lips
Threatening to escape
In the symphony
Or in the sheer noise
That drowns it all
Then makes it whole again
At the tinkling
Of a bell.