The ticking keeps a steady beat
You set it slow, then took your seat
No rush, no loud command
Just time moving through your hand
I walk by and still I hear
The way you loved without fear
You don’t mark the passing day
But you never drift away
Clock in the hall sings so low
But it tells me what you show
Every second that you gave
Is a rhythm I still save
You don’t ring, you don’t declare
But your presence lingers there
Not in moments sharp or tall—
But the clock inside the hall