The wind blew empty through a hollow sky
A restless choir unable to reply
Its notes were scattered brittle lost and shy
A song too broken for a lullaby
But then you came—the air began to tune
A harmony unfolded in the dune
The wind grew warm beneath the touch of noon
And played the melody it lost too soon
Your laughter rose and danced along its line
A sweet refrain of something close to divine
The breeze itself became a gentle sign
A living rhythm swaying close to mine
So sing for me when storms refuse to sleep
When all the winds grow loud and sharp and steep
For in your voice the restless currents keep
A melody too beautiful to weep