frost bitten my cold lips tenderly
I am snowflake kept afloat
compelled by gravity and wind
afraid of heights trapped inbetween

talent befell deaf lips and cold ears
my voice numb and fingers mute
I thought I could live without music

bored with people
yearn to be free yet wanted
an automatic feeling
would it be living if I traded
intensity for security

Not living but waiting
I fall to ground melting
indistinguishable from the rest