Transience

I move through streets, 

I peer through windows 

numb to the bewildering warmth 

my breath undetectable on a window pane.

I lift my face to the heavens

summoning the rain to cleanse my spirit, 

indifferent to the wind running without restraint through my hair,

ephemeral footprints lost in the snow

I pass people 

Share their space for fleeting moments

the distance between us infinitely insignificant.

My name momentarily imprinted on their heart.

Music, rhythms old and new

transport my soul to celestial heights

or unfathomable depths

My voice less than a whisper

Small welcoming,

Small leave-taking.

I am no more, 

Can you hear me for I left an echo.