I rail against this silence yet nothing comes of it....

I coax a word or two

agonize each line

engulf myself in music

surrender to the clouds

but form eludes me ...

and fragments fail to rhyme.

Is this my winter

are my songs all spent?

has icy-stillness locked

fountains of my heart?

or will Spring anthems

rise then overflow

and melt this shimmering silence

to a start....

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