Listening to every heart
Home Chime Home
My very own windblown music comes
not from my lips, but as the wind hums
through wind chimes around my home,
and music flitters right to my poems.
Softening breezes gently eases
twinkerings of delightful melodies,
softening my spirits as I hear it
and delighting me with memories.
When winds howl with winter's scowl
and the chimes clamor, oh just how
the ringing still sounds cheerful,
keeping winter from sounding fearful.
Somehow the music seems to bring
birds in flight and birds on wing
straight to mix in blessed cacophony
as they join with chimes' harmony.
In the night, in my dreams
the chimes join in my angels' scenes
bringing forth harmonious sound
enveloping me all around.
So my home may be noisy to a few
I'd rather think, however, that it's true
my home is more like a musical fort
and with that, I lift my Port.
15 January, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow