A Crystallized Carol


Before the holidays

My music teacher

Played the piano


The song

From the music man


Just a few moments

Of freefall

Before the snowflake

Hits the ground


His eyes are closed

Wrinkled fingers brush keys


My eyes are closed

I will catch the rhythm

On my tongue

Savor it.

It will last forever.


But the tune

Is gone in an instant

We are left

With melted water on our tongues

But every time

I hear that song

I taste it again.


My teacher.
The music man.


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