Her silence rang beside his ears like an enthralling melody emerging from the delicate strings of the harp. Her fingers gently danced across the instrument, her eyes lost within her own whimsical dream, her heart waiting for the lost birds. Waiting for them to come back home. Waiting for him to visit for one last time. ___________________________________________ Till the last snowflake falls, Till the last leaf of the tree gives up, stripping it bare. Till the chilly breeze brushes across my skin, like your fingers caressed my cheeks, Till the last winter comes, I will wait....... For you to return. __________________________________ ______________________________________