when did I stop?

When did I stop singing in the shower? 

Did something of mine run down the drain? 

I soap myself just as I did before, 

but, still, I've stopped singing in the shower. 

Did my songs weaken slowly hour by hour 

or burst like bubbles in all this soapy rain? 

When did I stop? Singing in the shower, 

I must not have seen what ran down the drain. 

[Philip Dacey {1939-2016} 'Shower: A Triolet', from The Ice-Cream Vigils: Last Poems]