The tapping of frozen rain on my window
sharp and hard
an unexpected ice storm
breaking the silence of a dark night
a new sound
like the time you said "I love you"
and it sounded so beautiful
before the freezing of the ground
when taking even a small step became
treacherous
with the slipping
and the falling
and the struggle to regain my footing
I dare not move until the spring and yet
it sounded like music in the beginning