And it falls
without a sound
as gently as
snow falls
and covers her
impossible whiteness -
obscuring
the colors
once beating
alive
in her rare smiles.
And it falls
without a sound
as gently as
the sigh
of contentment
heard no longer -
completing
the music
once playing
sweetly
perfectly
in her silence.
And it falls
without a sound
as gently as
quiet tears
shed in the shadow
that worshipped the sun -
overcoming
the light
once painstakingly
fearlessly
boldly
unconditionally
living
in her eyes.
And it falls
without a sound.
And the world moves on
rid of another snow
another sigh
another shadow -
and the world
never knew
How she falls
without a sound.
Finally.
Free.