One came in with trumpets, trombones, my cornerstone
One came in a whisper, on tip toe, deliberate and slow
Changes are and changes do
Bluntly, soberly, abruptly
Transition into truth
One came in with tambourines
A bygone dream
One arrived in life’s darkest gloam
My welcome home
What bells, sirens, announcements, or griefs
Transition, implore and reckon us into belief
What foundation, footing or ground
Was broken, dissolved, and crumbled
By the sound
One went out among the constellations
One stayed a quiet, loving, consolation
Trumpets grieving
Slowly believing
Dreams of bygone tambourines
Shooting stars in constellations
Quiet, loving consolation
In my darkest gloam
Life’s brightest welcome home
Tip toeing trombones
Deliberate whisper: "my cornerstone”