Music

beads of rhythm
notes
soaring, flying
up above my head
making music, sound
around me
like a blanket
smothering the cold
harsh
winter away
like bees
buzzing around nectar
to make honey
and protecting it
like flowers
looking as pretty as ever
on the first day of spring
poking up from the cold,
hard
ground
maybe from a layer of snow
a symbol of hope
Going on forever
in heads around
even after the sound is gone.