As the snow falls
A quiet also falls
Before the coldness
Before the oldness creeps in
As the bird flies
The branch wavers
Meanwhile the rooftop
Meanwhile the rooftop awaits
If it was
If it was Siberia
Why would we not
Why would we not stay indoors
If I was
If I was here alone
Yes, really here
Really here being
I would hear the wave-sounds
I would also hear the birdsong
Before I heard the Ocean
Before I heard the laughter
