Frost

The notes
echo within me
hollowing my heart
I feel
like they want to erupt
through my throat
out of my mouth
as song.
The clear pitches
ring like crystal glasses
carved with delicate patterns
like the frost
clinging to my bedroom window
looking like spun sugar
like the spiraling leaves of an exotic fern.
And the notes seem so loud
as they tug at my heart
But outside of my being
it is silent
Except for the slight rustle of falling snow
And no-one can guess
by looking at me
my predicament
Like the feathery wisps cascading from the sky
Numbed pain.

2006