Breeze in gentle calm
Breeze in gentle calm is becoming music,
A hundred pipes chiming tunes of joy and hope;
Silence breezes in to gather expectations
From melody rushing into dulcet trope.
In the valley’s verdancy is susurrus,
Rustling of leaves inviting songster wings;
In their hurrying becomes sky’s blue purple,
Gladness in excellence of tranquil things.
Thumping sound of chill heavy feet gets drowned
In the booming hush that makes us feel the breeze;
Zealous melody coming from stringless harp
Is now in the music hall silence to increase.
The unseeable baton moves up and down
To play pianissimo that bears no noun.
5 October 2026

Windchimes


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