Bells

I used to collect them.

Every trip, every venue, every festival, the one thing I would bring with me was a bell.

Different size, different fabric.

Different sounds that would make me improvise. Music, or just scales.

I still have them, carefully preserved in a box. I know, not a good perspective for something that brought me so much joy.

Maybe one day I will rediscover their magic.

After all,... “when a bell rings, an Angel gets its wings”.

And that’s a beautiful thought.