Dancing Windchimes Poem by Stuart Logan

The chimes rings elegantly,
Echoing through the many years,
It has hung outside the door,
A presage of entry.

It's beautiful music,
Like a choir of dings and reverberations,
That seem to float,
Along the Dancing wind.

Metal makes a brilliant sound,
From such a simple object.
It recreates the world,
And purifies it.

The Chimes ring softly,
Like a kitten's purr,
It warms the hearts of many,
And whitens the darkest heart.

Fear playfully runs away,
At the gentle melody,
Of the windchimes,
Outside my front door.

But even these chimes,
Cannot sing for eternity,
For one day,
They will no longer dance.

'The smallest sound can be the sweetest.'

S, Logan 10/9/08