As the snow falls, there are such grey gaps of time
between the flakes
where I am ..
this was a low blaze beneath the whiteness, the cold.
of a high single note rung on a piano
as its layers spill out.
What was first such simple
singularity, such as the word love
a simple kiss
becomes through its unlayering
its own filled cathedral of sounds,
its own palette alive with
all the possibilities that lay
the snowflake which was falling
and the snowflake which fell.