Wind gently blows,
Nudging the dangling chimes,
To produce soothing symphonies,
A mother’s sweet lullaby,
Melody as sweet as the Night Jar’s
calling the good Lord to deliver us,
In the still of the African night.

The music in dexterous intervals,
Like a compere announcing the beginning of each epic,
In the theatre of life,
The chimes,
Musical charms and hypnosis,
Acupuncture for the soul.

#Serenity #Contentment
© Ezrom Maromo wa Sekgobela