Wind Upon Your Hair

Breeze plays music upon your hair Blowing it with a gentle wind, I hear each strand that winds its tune Of past, once you left behind. If I could with my fingers play Upon each strand, changing the tune: Would be music pleasing to the ear Like a piano in a distant empty saloon. It would tell a story true Different from the past, When skies bright and blue Happier times to last. Let music bring a smile back Upon your face again, Forgetting all life’s travails That caused you mental strain. Live your life as best you can With joy and laughter in the wind Let no one steal away your joy Nor your eyes fade its glint.