Tintinnabulation

A.k.a. the sound of a bell ringing

A heart-stopping noise

Full of mystery and promise

Bubbly

Are the butterflies within me

They celebrate prematurely

Something that might never come

Should I engage with the buzz?

Or let it echo?

Forever unanswered

So that the butterflies

(and them alone)

Can never feel disappointment

The coward rose to the occasion

For what if it were the Candyman

Expecting a dinner invitation?

Better di(n)e alone