This is a sweeping, emotionally rich piece inspired by the simple, magical moment of the first snowfall at night. 

The song is built upon the listener's cherished memory of stepping out into a newly snow-covered world—the quiet reverence of the untouched "velvet canvas" giving way to the intimate experience of watching flakes fall on an upturned face.

Musically, the piece aims to capture the awe and purity of the scene. The lyrics treat every falling flake as a "frame on the wall," triggering cathartic memories and feelings of nostalgia for loved ones and past joys, concluding with a sense of peaceful renewal: "Welcome back, my friend."

Perfect for listening during the holidays, quiet winter nights, or whenever you need a reminder of the cleansing power of nature and memory.

[VERSE 1: The Untouched Canvas]
The streetlights wear a misty crown, the world is holding still,
Now watch the silent flakes come down across the sleeping hill.
It’s the perfect first impression, a canvas newly spun,
Where every imperfection is hidden by the run
Of fresh, clean velvet on the ground, the night is calling me,
I cannot stand inside and watch, I have to go and see.

[CHORUS: The Memory Snow]
When the first snow is starting to fall,
The air becomes quiet and deep.
Every flake is a frame on the wall,
Of the memories I want to keep.
Oh, the joy that returns on the breeze,
With faces I wish I could hold,
Whispered stories beneath frozen trees,
The stories in my mind retold.

[VERSE 2: The Midnight Walker]
I open up the heavy door and feel the sudden chill,
And watch the snow descend and pour, the air is cold and still.
I leave the light behind my back and step into the blue,
The very first mark of my track is making something new.
I look up to the dark night sky and stand there in the street,
To watch the dancing flakes go by and feel them on my cheek.

[CHORUS]

[BRIDGE]
I look up to the infinite light,
And feel you beside me again.
This beautiful, cold, silent night,
Brings back everything that was then.

[VERSE 3: The Sensory Trail]
The white is shifting in the wind, a powder soft and fine,
And every step I leave behind, is clearly not just mine.
I hear the soft acoustic crunch with every forward stride,
The moment that I take a hunch and nothing is inside
But silence and the cold clean air, where tracks begin to bloom,
The transient stories that are there, before the sun assumes.

[CHORUS]

[OUTRO]
Welcome back, my friend,
This beautiful white world,
Brings peace that will not end.
Welcome back, my friend

First Snowfall

Switching from journaling to poetry and now lyrics for songs. A natural evolution for my experiences and reflections. Turning experiences, emotions, events and reflections into lyrics is a therapeutic process for me.

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