A Crystallized Carol

Always

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.