the crackling, swishing, wispy, music of the trees
the silence of the snow
the dripping, plopping, invisible music of the snow
the chattering of the ice
tapping, scratching, rustling, crunching music of the ice
it crescendos now with the conducting of the wind,
and if falls again, barely audible pianissimo
until the Composer of the song wills it to end
and the sun will shine again
and sometimes the music is dangerous
and sometimes it is enough to break your heart
Amazing, Sara. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh Sara!! This is great!! I read the part before the picture and thought "This is really good" and then I read the last two lines and thought "Wow. This is REALLY good".
ReplyDeletethe last two lines are my favorite. i love them i love them i love them. they could stand as a poem all by themselves, and that is the best kind of ending.
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