Once alive,
then at rest,
breathing now.
A time on fire,
then locked in ice,
song and thunder
raising the dead.
Haunting melodies
herald coming storm;
patterns unfolding
unravel moments,
wake a season lost.
Ghosts that linger,
flicker then fade,
come back to life
when dancers sway.
Softly now,
walk the paths
of the dead.