Maybe Spring Will Never Come

[The Rider]

There is silence on a hill
As two lovers watch a snowflake fall.
They do not hear the silence in between the notes,
Instead it is the brushing of the keys.
The pulling of the string.
The deep breath.

Look ahead on the page:
The notes at the end say deep crescendo
Snapping, melting, heaping, splashing
Yelling, screaming, crashing, slamming.
But now
His hand in hers.

One falls, then another.
A pair of snowflakes
Drifting slowly in the silence,
And as his arms circle her
They don't look ahead,
But at themselves,
Falling in the other's eyes.

[cogs]

this is amusing to me, as i have seen this before. lol i thought the title also could be 'prelude'.

[The Rider]

Well I hope you havn't seen the poem before!

[cogs]

no, just the situation... i like how their relationship is frozen in time, then when they begin to thaw out, things might start happening.

[MorpheusSandman]

A very lovely poem. Calm, quiet, beautifully muted - just lovely.

[The Rider]

Thank you very much Morpheus!