Faeryring

Chimes tinkling. Faerymusic.

Harmless winsome windchime bells (cobwebbed) hanging by a thread, borne by the winds. Boading no ill-omen nor intent. Faery (moth) wings breathblown whispering neither good nor bad intent, nither sad nor happy thoughts. Bereft of intention.

The action only of suspended objects in contact with one another.

What is action (an object touching another; sounding)

(sighing; breathless, restless wind) without intention whatsoever?

Is that music?

The will of wisps:

Chimebells will chime if the wind blows, whether a listener is listening intently or not.

Heedless of any intention.

Tinkling joynotes will fairyflutter on, if hands are clapping for them (or not)

Silverbell & Cockleshell notes sing only once, to live and die on the wind,

Lashpuffs are butterflykissed to the winds, and echos scattered like ashes

Songs of childhearts wished to the wind, carried to lands of never will be.

(We all fall down.)

Unremembered. Unintended. Ever present.

The will of wisps.

Spontaneous.

(simple) as blinking or breathing,

A livedying heartsigh , a song that everyone (no one) sings.

Windsongs never stop playing; still pauses hang in the air, and

( only nothings last forever)

Somewhere a child is laughing, scattering laughgusts into the air

Intertwined with longing-laugh-sobbings in forever fluttering breeze.

No one listens to nor sees the polyphonic dances ring wherever no one is there.

Whispers uttered unknown, or known to one (no one) only, full of secret eternal sad-joy

exist in everonly moments that fly forever towards the next morningstar in transitory immortality

bereft of the burden of memory.