Fallen Leaves

Remember, they were something - they sounded here... The notes. Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one. No... Scores in solitude, it's only a heart showing the retreat in which guards the splinters. The sound of the silence, harmonies of intimacy show me the retreat in which I can close my eyes. Look there, there's nothing. A fleeting walk among the trust. A leaf falls, today there's nothing only the sour taste of not to know why. A picture, conjures up images of my identity. I realize that I've seen so many fallen leaves.