The smooth melody floats through the air
Whistling in the wind
The strings roar as they are stroked
My bones rattling to the beat
Smoke rises from the houses as
Fire brings in the boiling pot
My nostrils inflamed from the smell
People fly by like a swarm of bees
Gliding along with the snowflakes
That fall from the dark, dreary sky
Suddenly I stop and watch them
As they stroll by with tired looks in their eyes
I continue to stroke my cello
Now playing the song "Noel"
The number of people passing by has lessened
I watch as they enter their homes and
Climb into their soft, cozy beds
Snuggling up in their blankets
Like a newborn between his folks
