murmur name upon name

as voices break through calms that are too deep
the echoes of the silence fill our hearts
after a time of errors and false starts
the door has opened and we have to weep
for all the things that from the dark do creep
entities of such broken and dull parts
that we cannot restore them by true arts
our healing powers have all gone back to sleep
never before have we desired the night
not to depart but neither to remain
a moment of transition that would stay
until we find out how to set all right
neither our sorrow nor our joy restrain
and once again remember how to play