Cecilia's Symphony

As Vivaldi's winter violins
Danced with snowflakes
Inside her CD player a few feet away,
Cecilia placed her instrument on her arm,
To play along.

She closed her eyes and imagined
The wind swirling snowflakes
Around her body,
Her hair dusted with snow,
Her bare feet nearly frozen on the ground,
And began to play her song.

Her song was of the winter in her heart,
How everything had run cold and died,
But the evergreen tree that is her soul.

Violins crescendo-ed, and fell with the wind,
So too did Cecilia's  arm as she played,
While snowflakes clung to her eye lashes,
And droops of her blood fell
And melted the snow around her feet.

She stood there after her performance,
Gazing out to her audience:
The snow covered hills in the distance,
And let her small, metal instrument
Slide out of her hand onto the frost covered earth.

When she, too,
Fell to the ground,
She lay like a snow angel,
While the violins faded into silence
Along with Cecilia's heartbeat.

Author's Note

Vivaldi's Winter is my all time favorite classical piece.

I'm wondering if anyone noticed that she commit suicide...