All text and images copyright Tim Myers 2008

Windchimes:  For Teachers

(with a gift of windchimes to my wife, Dr. Priscilla

Myers, for the opening of the Santa Clara University

Reading and Learning Center, 4-6-03)

      When air is still, I go unheard,

       hanging at the eave.

       But there is always music here,

       though some may not believe.

       My song is what a child is,

       unformed yet, and unsure--

       till silence grows to music

       and notes come whole and pure.

       And you must be the wind,

       half-orderly, half-wild,

       that comes to love and teach, to lift

       the music from the child.