The Sound of (Wind in the) Music

Whenever I play certain songs

on the piano,

I hear wind
moving through trees

and feel it moving through
lungs,
blowing always from the right,
leaning me left.

This phenomenon does not occur
because the piano is 

next to the front bay window that
looks out on three 80-foot silver maples.

And, no, the rustling of those
imagined leaves
does not coincide with the
music's crescendos and decrescendos.

It just

comes,
as if I were a limb
of some larger thing
being moved.