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Deep in my heart there is a place for you. My face was pale as the snow. Soft music played through the air - Was it softer and sweeter than a bird? Thousands of tiny, icy needles stabbed at me. But the pain inside was far worse. No magic could help - Was wishing useless? I kneed in the snow. Two bodies had been thrown out. They lay deep in the flakes - But are they gone? The Model T car was smashed in a massive tree. I was only seven. But I knew what I felt - How could I not? The fluffy fake on my tongue did not hide my fear. The gas fumes were strong. I knew I must stay - Where else could I've gone? Visions of joys that will never be pranced through my mind. I wanted to reverse time. I wished to stop their death - But how could I do such a task? From the corner of my eye, I saw a man in a brown trench coat. He looked at me and smiled. I could not smile back - Why didn't I smile? He knew I could not smile. He faced my parents and kneed down by them. He gently placed his hands on them - What could he do that was so magical? Then he faded away into the white blanket of misty snow. I loud bell snapped my state of trance. I wondered who that man was - Was he the Angel of Death? The magic of snow's music is extraordinary. It brings back painful memories. But I will keep listening. Why should I stop? |