When time stands still

The giant gears slow with every passing moment 
The hands on the clock's face seem to slow 
No one seems to notice, for they are slowing too 
The steps of children boom and echo 
The bird seems to hover in the air 
The clock has but yet stopped 
But still moves just slow with age 
The beating of feet is mow a memory 
The keeper of time is almost goe 
stretching, with his last ounce of strength 
Then he is gone, and with him goes the steady flow of time 
Time now stands still