tears in a storm

It is the winter wind that follows me

as you haunt my very soul ,

the moon capturing my thoughts

as sound without words  echoes upon the strings of my violin.

Within the midst of hours that are not counted

and daylight that falls through the heart of my sorrow,

the notes of my violin call to your heart through

the memory of a cold winter wind that tore an iceland storm;

One impassioned note after the other creates compositions

that bare my soul,

the  particles of light streaming to the beginning of you.

Closing my eyes,

I only feel the notes I compose as they carry the smile of  your love

through the echo chambers of time.

Alone,

in a house painted the colour of beach and sky,

my violin soars as my heart seeks to find your soul within the

confines of memory and time;

a love held in a waterglobe of snow

upon an icelandic droplet of melting ice..

One note hesitates;

my tears filling the void with the music I compose.

The notes climb in unison with each other and with my soul;

tears falling through sound

as the wind tears through an iceland storm;

 one note hesitating upon the tears of my violin.