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.