Sometimes black, sometimes gray
Only a little while, no one stays
When you're seen, some may stare
Some won't bother, afraid to care
Many may follow, sometimes few
Willing and unwilling, parts of your crew
Stone garden, stowed marble and moss
Shared words, song of silence and loss
There you wait, and then open
Soft quake, an undeniable fate
Onlookers captive, 'til delusive escape
Sometimes black, sometimes gray