Once it all freezes it becomes a kind of abstraction.
Only the essential forms remain, the merest hints
of color. Even the song of it stills to a frozen note.
And you wait, wanting it to be more somehow,
to move, to breathe, to escape the icy moment
that holds it, trapped, beyond time. Let it be.
Take the image home with you. Let it crawl
back to life in your dreams.