Silent until the wind blows

I have a spot I like to go when I'm happy,angry or even low . The peacefulness is more then enough, Like when my days are hard or rough.  NOBODY talks I hope someone listens,of course your there,, But something is missing... Its your eyes that look at me with sincerity,and your smile that makes me smile, it's your hugs that make all bad seem to fade.I know u hear me vent,and listen when I cry,you never interrupted me or asked me 'why'?... The wind begins to blow and I hear the wind chimes I hung from the tree,that's. When I know u are listening to me. The chimes are low and sound so quaint. Now I know u really a saint, more then that your my voice in my head,I just hate ur buried underground in your bed. Rest easy and hear the chimes,I still pick up every dime. Your flowers never wilt I get u fresh flowers like the ones in your garden u built. You were ther when I took my first breath, and I was there when u took your last, I TREASURE all our memories from my past. I miss u gaga keep watching over me,I won't let u down,I come to see you to smile never to frown. RIP TO MY GRANDMOTHER