Uneven twins

A quiet Saturday. Was listening to Bach yesterday. Here's what I felt:


On Bach

There are snowflakes in the air,
Snowflakes melting on violin strings
Strings warm with music,
There are feet tapping on the ground
Heels clicking against one another
There is the warmth of baking smells
Skipping through the evening air
The softness of a freshly baked muffin
Crumbles along the little notes
There are two voices that sing
A man's voice and a woman's voice
You cannot hear them alone
But together they rise into one single music.
When I hear Bach, I hear an intertwining
Where songs merge into a happy embrace.