Winter Violins

Song Lyric, reworked from poem: Farewell to Winter

Snow fell like a minor chord,

cold against my skin.

Melting to a cello voice,

that trembled from within.

The trees leaned close and whispered,

“this is the last snow fall.”

I wanted to believe them,

but will winter heed the call.

Can you hear the song of growth,

be-neath this frozen ground?

The quiet hum of something new,

that wants to come a-round.

Ev’ry root a heartbeat,

ev’ry thaw a prayer,

a promise of spring,

still waiting there.

The earth, a tired lover,

takes the flakes like grace,

forgiving all the fire

that once scorched her face.

Between the end of everything,

and all that’s yet to come,

the snow plays out its violins

’til the final note is done.

And somewhere in the silence,

a seed begins to dream,

rehearsing for a world

that isn’t what it seems.

Snow fell like a minor chord,

fading soft and slow,

the lights go dim,

and I let go.