don't stay up there, the air is cold and unkind.
Stop struggling to send your voice out,
so far, as far as it can go,
but that's never far enough, songer.
No one listens up there; they can't hear,
the air is too thin.
Stop struggling to stay afloat, songer.
Down here you never need to stay anything.
Still, songer, be still and let the rain wash you down,
down below the surface where you can stop.
Stop hurling your songs out into the thin air,
just be still, songer.
Be still and let your songs out
and the water will take them and spread them far.
You can stop now that you're here,
in the water that holds you and your songs both;
you can even stop thinking, songer, songer,
singer of songs.