Bring Me the Autumn

I remember you as you were in the last autumn, The leaves adorned my heart with your music, they were sounds of your cadence voice that never left the air like echoes in the wind, even the birds sang like you, they had your tongue and throat, you were the artist with no fame, your appearance your voice were steady and calm. They brought to me hymns and peace. In your eyes the serenity of your soul were like flames of light that never burned. You were like the white sheets of my bed, always in peace and warm, the autumn brought back your guitar your slow melody like a breeze beneath my curtains, and my house was then singing like my heart.