MUSIC TO MY EYES snowy baroque folkloric element of chipmunk tracks intervals between flakes arrange for flying melodies etc. blah blah etc. etc. blah I entered the prison of metaphor gladly and then felt trapped in it as a note is trapped in a scale and hammers a snowflake with an icicle to chip the wall of glacial harmony to pieces brilliant shiny pieces like dust for freedom meltwater for running away unrestricted analogy for our common experience our freezing common experience in the orchestra of icescapes