two things

independent of each other

coming together

a sweet musical song of

spring and life plays

while the ghastly violent

and harsh winter’s wind

bangs against the windows

I can feel the trees shaking

in my bones as dissonance sounds

notes clashing like the soft trumpets

and the hale on the rooftops

until for a single moment

the wind begins to cease

allowing the soft piano to be heard

the rain is awestruck with joy

the wind begins to howl

but in perfect harmony with the violins

the flute calls to the hail

they dance together in melodic bliss

the tree branches chime in

to complete the winter’s symphony