Surrender

A myriad of pure ivory slabs and trinkets of black,
lay uniform in through the cracks,
straight and tall,
thin shadows fall,
as birch and moon play this winter night.

Her feelings flow with you through the river,
of melodious thoughts fused with a thither,
devote your power and emotions,
giving voice to a mute notion:

Surrender.

Held inside a secret treasure coffer.
Opened solely by two crescendos,
dictate the pace of your diminuendo,
the tingle of icicles and sleigh-bells,
over indulge her in recurrent excel,
intervals then gradually compose.

A grave and solemn surrender.