That day's snow, silent
comes down off boughs, as new snow, silent
only to be whisked
away as fireflies dance, silent
into grass as children and flicker, silent
as diamonds in the dark of a gem mine. Silently
put your face in the white, silent
white pillow crunch, silent
as an angel without wings and head
without a face, silent
1,000 frames a second, silent
wings move, not
as hummingbirds wings, silent
not to interrupt air, molecules
still moving with music.
