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.