Snow falls softly upon my back

Skin bared to cold winds weeping

Whistles shrill as the branches crawl

Across the edge of a windowless room

Light falls like cluster bombs exploding

Scattering shards of crystal all over

The floor brightening from dark shadows

As the whiteness beyond bears witness

To a massacre of sounds like firecrackers

In the night breaking the silence

Of long corridors and empty streets