i met you at spring
when the willow leaves
are dripping close
to the green grasses' bed
now summer is over
the sun has bid its farewell
as the leaves roll to the ground
and melt with the brown lifeless earth
white and snowy house
will soon become us
left cold in the dark as the
laughter and smiles are gone
the leaves are down
who once swayed with the wind
at those far distant branch
now i see sticks and barks a sore in the eyes
where has the green canopy
that covered me against
the heat of the sun
now i just see the dark blue sky
an endless abyss like
unreachable and far distant hands
as time toiled
the bell stopped
the music has ended
precious silence at last...
imaginary silence that is because as they say, like life, the music must go on...
