There has to be a sound when snow falls on a chilly winter day, when everything is silent and the only sound you hear is the air you breathe in.
Each snowflake that lands must make a noise, so subtle we cannot hear it. Like fingers on the keys of a piano, if we could imagine the song it would play on a snowy day.
There had to be music when we met. There has to be energy swirling around soaring into the sky each time our souls connect. It's the music my soul sings... I know it's there, because I can feel it.
Like the colors of the Aurora Borealis cannot be silent, heaven must hear it's music as the northern lights dance in the stars. How much greater can the song of love be.
Sweet sounds that only we can hear.
