The bell
that chimes with all its might
The gusts
of wind bring soft whistling
A heartbeat
synced with booming copper and zinc
Our breaths
run deep across the tight strings
An
orchestra of feelings
Building up
to the ceiling
As a new
phase is beginning
And the
unfeigned sounds keep repeating
The fruit
bearing branches await in glee
That you
may sit together beneath the tree
And hear
that sweet melody
Can you
hear the symphony?
