My wind chimes

As I sit here in my living room, I hear the gentle clang and bong of the wind chimes my wife bought for me last month.  As the breeze blows across our porch, the hammer in the chimes is moved by the wind catcher, ringing the chimes and making them sing for me.  The song they sing is my wife’s love song to me, singing to me of her devotion to our marriage.