Poetry: "the front door"

the song of wind chimes
color the background,
conversations detail the fore
while December winds
whisper their chills, settling down on the floor

then the stillness returns
only for a moment, before
phonecalls and laughter
resume their chorus
i add my lines:
what is this weight that troubles me?
why is life such a bore?
trees claw at the breeze
that is opening and slamming
the front door

m.e.s. .dec.21.2012...