heart readied
words on paper
gently whisper
your mouth the piece
in which it speaks
your heart the author
intent grows softer
flow straight towards my ears
at a passing moment
cluttered silence near
for a second passes
and i realize
they were not for me to hear
shiver despair
cost of tears
as the snow gently rolls off my hair
to my shoulders
and i brush it off
as if the snow never descended
and a bird never sang