The Wind is Up to Something copyright 2002 Michelle Dockrey for Bastian The wind is up to something Hear the rattling of the door Hear the squealing at the window Of a chilly upper floor When the silks are singing secrets To the wooden slats below You know the wind is up to something And you do not want to know The wind is up to something On the silver city streets See the leaves and papers racing Endless tangled caucus-heats When the skyline's secret signals Flash a language little-known You know the wind is up to something And you aren't out alone The wind is up to something Even when it blows away For you know its whispered voices And its wild abandoned play And its swept-away caress Will wrap around you everywhere And so you know it's up to something Even when it isn't there