The crystal chandelier tinkles in a gentle breeze,
lightly plucking a metallic melody,
casting a harpsichord tune throughout
the majestic entry of the silent house.

Unnoticed by its inhabitants, it tinkles on. 
Only the silence is impressed
by the majestic but dainty song.

Only a gentle Southern Breeze can compose
a melody of such sweet uninhibited tunefulness.
The silence applauds by being only that much more silent. 
The composer bows, by blowing gently, another southern
breeze.

That which goes unnoticed is a symphony,
gently but superbly played by a Southern Breeze. 
And yet, only the silence is rewarded.