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.