A Capella

One night as I stepped out to listen to the wind,
I first heard its rustle entering the dance floor and courting the trees,
then the fluttering of the leaves, responding to the soft murmur of their lover,
when Zephyr whirls here, whirls there,
and the occasional Swish! of a young tree
- you could almost hear laughing-
But the star of the show that night was the tinkling duet of my windchime on its balcony
and the neighbor's in the corner house.
Mine tinkled with a feminine voice, a delicate, soft spoken jingle,
thairs a deeper, lower, masculine tone, chiming in echo to mine,
and a whole converstation wnt back and forth,
the chime echoing the tickling of his Dulcinea,
and that was all I could hear then, this courting scene of two lovers,
living accross the street from each other.
After a while, the A cappella duet grew so loud, insistant, that it permeated evrything,
and as this canon for two voices intensified,
as the wind accelerated its dervish whirl,
so there it sounded like a thousand chimes in a Tibetan temple garden.