Can you hear the music ?
Winter leaves are falling ,
Rustling and swishing,
In the meadows I stand
To hear the quiet psithurism,
You may say it's the beginning
Of a lifeless season,
But I feel poetry in the air,
Every leaf that falls is bliss to me,
I can see your soul,
Feel your heart,
In its aching glory.
The voice of the barren trees
Sets my mood,
Stirs my soul,
The sky blooms
And...