Taking Wing

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

flies home again to join the

choir that chimes beneath the oak.