A lone note drifts through the frigged breeze like a long forgotten requiem of darkness and haunting fears. A single breath escapes from my ever silent lips as I hear the soft calls that wind its way towards me, whispering their frozen call of broken promises. And I welcome every moment they play their song of forgotten dreams. It numbs me to the core, unaware of all but the bitter sweet ballad that leaves a metallic taste in my mouth. I tremble and flinch through all the pieces of the calls that scream softly to be freed, to be heard, to be loved, only to go unheard by all but me. A lone, dull star glumly enveloped in the shadows of the darkest of night skies. But I would always concede with myself that that is all that is needed for something to be acknowledged. Perhaps there is, in fact, more than one single light in the darkness that needs to be aware of such things for them to finally be at ease. Although at that moment I could care less, for I am indeed a selfish creature. I want the symphony to belong to me and only me, I want to be the only one to hear its cries in the dark night, no one but me. For the others, who ungratefully discard the song and toss it aside to the snow covered streets, may taint its beauty with having merely noticed it. They could very well force it into silence, so that there truly is no chance of it being heard. No, it will stay as it is, mine. Mine and only mine for the disgusting creatures around me have no sense and would soil it in all its glory. At one point I found myself slowly, unconsciously following the notes drifting freely in the wind, only to meet silver. At that moment in this frost bitten world I found myself basking in the warmth that was coursing through my veins, pounding against my heart. I have never seen someone more beautiful in the entirety of my life. However, silver disappeared from my sight, to leave me in the lonely cold time and time again. Though the first thing I did was follow like a moth did to a light every chance it got. I didn't meet silver again that night. Silver. It was all I saw in those silent seconds upon laying my eyes on the angel who sang in their beautiful voice. Silver. The only thing I cared to think of and look at at that moment was their eyes. Silver. Their eyes were like the most prominent shade of sterling silver that could never be brought out by any metals. I wanted to see them again. Although I didn't see any part of their features other than their eyes, that's all I needed to find this mysterious angel. I let out a sigh of slight disappointment that they had ran away in that moment so quickly, although I suppose there's nothing more to it than that they ran out of fear. For some one to flee so quickly can possibly tell you a lot about that person, for example, the fact that they abandoned their position so quickly despite the fact I had never moved a single muscle in a threatening sort of way, gives away the fact that it is very difficult if not nearly impossible to earn their long discarded trust. I let out a soft laugh, being reminded so much of myself it was ironic. And so I head on my unknowing journey to find the angel who sang out to the darkened heavens with one thing on my mind. Silver.