And the Racket They Made

And your words chased round and round in my head Last night They chased their own tales And your words jigged round my mind all night To look at me now, I'm quiet as sound And the tide shrinks back into its womb And I hope the empty shells and bones of your stories Will litter and clutter the shores And I hope that when I find them I'll remember how they danced And the racket they made When they were alive