Fay Slimm.

Chimes

 

 

 

Chimes..

Who has heard the very first whisper
of sonorous change catching the drift 
in tremulous breeze as chimera quivers 
and metallic poles shudder when myriads 
of differing tones shake my wind-chimes ?

 

Who has measured the softest rustle
of leaves partaking in air\'s new bustle  
playing new symphonies by gentle rote     
        with melodic key-changes in tuneful notes            
made by the swing of my resonant chimes ?


Who has explained this exotic draw
of transfixing music, ringing in chorus
when pipes suspended high-ward swing
by continual singing the electrified mystic 
of spell-striking life in my rhythmic chimes ?