I hear a single chime, a lonely tone on a light breeze born to echo in leafy spaces. But it does not fade. Resonance gives it wings to fly unhindered on the wafting wind until it comes to roost on some composer’s page where flocks of notes are forming. Soon the honeyed migration begins. Notes chord the air. The music rises, taking wing, fanning out, diffused and dispersing. Until at last, the lone tone on a light breeze
