THE SNOWFLAKES’ DANCE (A DUET)

The piano melts in my hands
Like the snow falling on my cheeks:

Smaller and smaller and smaller
No more base, just treble;
Looking more and more like tear drops
No more beauty, just sound;
Till all the intricacy that is a snowflake is gone
No more structure, just feelings;
And nothing is left but the bare molecules
No more chords, just notes;
Running round and round and round
No more sophistication, just frenzy;
With no place to go.

My hands have nowhere else to go.