Your name drifts through the winter air
Soft as an arching silver prayer
Every note it seems to hold
Wraps the frost in tempered gold
Melodies born from silent skies
Float like lanterns where longing lies
Even the snowflakes pause their fall
To listen for your tender call
The world becomes a gentle hall
Walls dissolving where echoes fall
Every breath the season keeps
Sings the tune your memory weeps
And when the morning warms the light
Breaking the hush of fragile night
The symphony you left in flame
Still rises softly with your name