He studies frozen water
its logic pure and strange;
it breaks to prove its power
it melts to show its change
He notes that strength is fragile
that clarity can wound;
that stillness holds more stories
than noise has ever tuned
He walks across the mirror
his shadow sharp and true;
each crack a gentle warning
that truth cuts beauty too
By spring he’ll lose his subject
but gain what can’t be priced—
to understand all endings
you must befriend the ice