A Symphony of Salty Notes

A breath exhaled in stillness,

This conductor pauses morning's song,

To roses stringed in dew gemmed bonnets,

Cobwebs chimed in crystalled throngs.

A sleeping audience struck iced silent

as chilled notes form this composition.

A tingling tentative on fingertips,

Beguilled by this cool musician.

The fading beat of butterfly wings,

hovers in subtle metronome.

Chords of dragon's breath and car lights,

Anti-freeze the melody home.

While violins bowed white strings slide

across each greyer snoozed alarm.

Crescendos of scarves and fire smoke,

warm in deer familiar charm.

A symphony of salty notes,

rests in a fleeting gauze,

A sparkling song of transition,

met with rapturous gloved applause.