With long threads hanging from the ceiling
twitch with a sudden shift of wind
and the metal tied to the thread
moves along with it.
Chatter, clatter, tinkle and rhyme,
this is the tale of the wind chime.
They swirl, entangle, and fight
yet the melody is divine.
If perfectly still I stand
thinking about life,
They hover close
and whisper to me some secrets,
lesser known, but worthwhile.