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