Triolet!

I'm not even doing this on the last possible day! Yay!

So of all the form poems we learned in CWII, I found the triolet easiest to, er, use...
I started this on Sunday, upon hearing my first carillon concert this semester, by writing the first line, which I initially intended to be the last.
In the process of making this post, I changed "hang" in the sixth line from an active verb (ie, the tones were hanging something) to a descriptor, and now it has a totally different feel. The former sixth line was far too trite, but I liked "hang" as an action. So I'll look back and come up with an alternative at some point. For now we have what follows:

Behind closed eyes, I hear the bells.
The tones leave trails of bygone days
traced in watercolor swells.
Behind closed eyes, I hear the bells;
both sprightly hues and deathly knells
hang hued and humbled in a haze.
Behind closed eyes, I hear the bells.
The tones leave trails of bygone days.