So delicate is the sound of the wind chimes that hang in the tree, outside my bedroom window.
Each time I hear their quiet tinkle, I smile. He was so precious, so sweet, to me.
I know just a slight breeze can make them sing,
But I pretend my brother is gently taking his hand,
Creating a peaceful lullaby to sway me to sleep.
His chimes hung in a window with no gentle breeze.
Just a fan to push them along, to create the same song.
When I walk to the window, I pretend to glimpse a shadow…..
He is the one that plays pretty music in the tree for me.
