Winter.

For those who like a rather minimalist style: this musician requires further exploration and well worth the trouble……..

O winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his sceptre o’er the world…..

Part of the poem Winter from from Poetical Sketches, 1783 William Blake.