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 differing tones all from my wind-chimes.
Who has measured the softest rustle
Of leaves partaking in air\'s fresh bustle
Playing green symphonies by gentle rote
With melodic key-changes in tuneful notes
Made by such 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.