They say when the snow falls
A silence falls upon the earth
But I hear music
Soft as the goose gliding across the half-frozen pond
Soft like the pianissimo of a cat's curious step
It is a silence percussed only by the crunch of footsteps
And the occasional wind rustling whispy limbs
And yet it is also a loud symphony -
Pounding the earth with bitter cold,
Drowning out the city's cacophony with piercing notes,
Blanketing all in a chaotic concerto
Of foggy dissonance and white noise.
When the snow falls, there is music.
Paradoxical music
Silencing in its silence