Hear Autumn's voice descend like rain through the night

Hands pull a book of memories from a dusty chest

Within the yellowed pages lies all I have ever wished for

I seek a name and one is found inscribed by long dead hands



I found your heart within these words

Each crystal tear reflects my Nevere



No body moves beside my own though I feel you near

And from the halls I can hear your footsteps falling softly

Do your eyes see the ice that hangs below my window sill?

I smell your hair like the softest breeze from somber skies



Dark is the path over which limbs extend to grasp a lost love

Between them time intends to stand until the day does come

Through the midnight's hour I hear a piano play a soft and sorrowful song

The past has passed, the death has died and I am left with nothing