Symphony of Snow: a drabble

Martin and Elenor were not meant to be. Despite their love, her family had betrothed her to another. Turning to his piano, Martin found his outlet. Elenor had always loved the falling snow, especially the fleeting first snow. It wasn't unlike their love. The shy beginnings, the flutter of his heart, like the soft first flakes of snow beginning their descent through the tranquil night. But the soft flutters turn to a fevered frenzy as an enchanted melody takes over, reverberating straight to the heart. As quickly as it began, it was over, frozen in time and wanting for more.