Catching The Drift.
Who has heard the very first whisper
Of sonorous change catching the drift
In a tremulous breeze chimera quivers
And metallic poles shudder with myriads
Of different tones from hung wind-chimes.
Who has measured the softest rustle
Of strings partaking in air\'s fresh bustle
Playing keyed symphonies by gentle rote
With melodic weight-change in tuned notes
Made by a slow swing of my resonant chimes.
Who has explained this exotic draw
Of transfixing music, ringing in chorus
Of pipes suspended in air reflecting wind
In continual singing duets as ether\'s mystic
Spell strikes again my rhythmic wind-chimes.