(Still Silence- my digital music composition)
Frosted door open to a cold Winter night,
I stare, transfixed, on scene surreal…
Stark white snow tree-stitched to sky,
clear black space of unseen light,
eyes seek higher sense to feel…
The moon’s bare beauty makes me sigh
with wonder at the vivid sight
as shadow creeps across to steal
the borrowed robe of bright sunlight.
I gaze so long…I know not why
the vision seems unreal…
At last, I close the frosted door
to sleep and dream once more.
February 22, 2008