ringing bell

That bell is ringing,
That bell is ringing.
Oh, she’s coming.

That sound is rising,
That sound is rising.
Oh, she’s approaching.

My heart is beaming,
My heart is beaming.
Oh, she’s running to me.

My baby is running to me.

* When Ki came to me, her ringing bell became an inspiration for this piece. Yet, my memory reminded me of another - the way he heard my call, responded it by running to me. Oh, this is a perplexing piece devoted for two!