2am winter concert

A recollection of the weather outside early this morning in Massachusetts

It's so silent that I hear cars driving miles away through the coldness of the air.
With a heavy gust of the frozen wind sometimes I hear a train going by too.
It's nights like these where even a whisper I wouldn't dare.
You never know who else is listening through the night just for you.

Though the machines hum rhythmically with the motion of the wind,
Another sound shouts outstandingly louder than them all.
A flurry of snow escapes its cloud like a child not yet disciplined,
And slams onto the ground carelessy selecting where to fall.

The commotion of the event overpowers the train and cars,
But you may only hear by listening closely with your eyes.
Open them and listen for the twinkling of the stars,
As they cheer for the fearless flakes scurrying down from the skies.

The air has warmed the snow to rain,
A relief to the ground frozen in pain.
As she relaxes in the warmth and puts to rest her icy fears,
I close my eyes and again listen solely with my ears.

Despite the myriad sounds that fill the air all around me,
I whisper goodnight on a gust headed towards thee.
I find myself growing so sleepy, so tired
My friend, I hope you heard every sound my eyes and ears admired.