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.